Inhale, we Trust -- in hail we mourn;
mornings scorn, wails pleased to be born.
Worn at your leisure, worn out of measure;
treasoned -- seasoned, just for the pleasure!
Daze it. eraze it; rubbing it in unfazed shit.
Coming for more and begging for seconds hit;
minutes are running low, hours are wasted - lit!
Graves are craving, ass walking dead raving;
rambling skeletons, gibbering ghouls in the closet!
Some vultures and crows with their beaks are rapping;
dead donkey's heads-tails over the cross roads imposed...
Make some sense, incense to be licensed;
nosense for nobody -- intense pleadings
for insane precedings, as precept over precept;
the ruler over rulers -- outlaw about lawless...
Thug lives to be chored in a Battle Royal game of whack-a-mole!!
Drunkated gatherings and scapegoated caters;
catepillars hated the tabernacled catastrophes.
"Villains!" All to be liars as friar be mater --
inate inmates checked out for the instate phobes...
Making bacon and sqewering lemons, onions torn up;
raspberries sullen. Bubble-gum, lolly-pop, cherries and oisters...
behind the picket fences all hail the sitting duck.
Bull was there and Long-Horn was a corny twister!!
Black truths and white lies rue the day silent;
merry go round and bloody the tabletop...
Frenzied shouts better than subtle plays
Mayham and May-day may have a Maybe;
perhaps in nine month inches are missed from the spot.
May or April -- bee or the hive. Flowers and forests;
bushes and tea-leaves for the blind. And the keen who've got...
Woe to me for the daily prophet like a smuglers copter,
trolling on the toe tag, toed in the moral frag-limit gag.
The cap is on wager -- is it here or there. Anyone - Guess;
maybe Gucci or Vogue -- someone's duress is in lag...
Imao the next pretender who has dwarfed thoughts to be confessed!
Which craft was wicked enough to concoct and bereft
the virtuous posers of their cloths and splendor?
Dost who wished to leave with such haste, abandon --
as blood and doom gloom over the next diablo going to tinder...
Fire and brimstone asunder over my genie in the jar of claymore
as the parcels speek all kinds of tongues and bit me fourscore.
Scoured a pillage and dug a grave for a sandworm;
Sandman was giving me the last warning for copyrights forlorn...
In freezers infringing while running men cringy --
spiderman got cancer and Hulk married Bat-man unhingedly.
Burk Erking was naked and was hauled in the squalor --
sorry my french was having no quarter nor parlour...
Mercy was absent, Marry stood by -- bloody her trench coat
Mockingbird sighed... Raven was white and papers there thin;
yellow tendrils there closing in. As I grinned fairwell, it grimmed me to sin.
My sim card was damaged, as fractured on a whim...
No memory, no discord, no tweets to be maimed:
I had to rename the folder I kept my heart wounded and my text plain!
Complaining about small talk I beg to be deterred. Steadfast in doubts
and anxious my creed. Defecting the deflecting with deathening silence in vain,
Gaslit the green thumbs over the last second mile I forced myself to go...
Poetry and powerty may give Poe a nice try to be in elementary and get schooled!!
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