Another random nonsense poem/story,you like?

my car broke down so i rented one.at the rental place they called it the meat machine.i was in too much of a hurry to ask questions so i didnt worry about it.i got home,stepped out of the car and looked down the driveway.there they were a trail of hotdogs.i thought wow,this is like that one time i tripped on that drug i never did.so i wondered,hotdogs?what kinda motor is in there.so i popped the hood,and opened it and found three chinese flamingos on bicycle devices used to power the car.they were panting and breathing profusely.i thought to my self who would do such a thing?there chinese for god sake,i could understand mexican flamingos but not this,this was an outrage.popsicles under my toes,jelly beans in my nose.so i called my grandma and told her about it,she said feed them,but not cheese,not after twelve o clock anyway.so i did just that.and they thanked me for the double cheese burgers they devoured.so i drove back to the dealer only to find they closed down.i sold the car for parts,even the chinese flamingos.one of them went to asia to be a popcorn vendor at the circus,another went to bed and dreamt of one day being a cowboy,good luck little buddy.the last went to school,finished and got his g.e.d. and got hired as rally's supervisor but misssed his first day of work because he spent it smoking crack!

that is one of the most weirdest poems i have ever read.i dont understand

Meat machine? Lol. Love it.