Diss/Associate/Mumble

Diss was an Associate of Mumble;
Aster was growing numb.
Lots to talk about and grumble;
shove it up my spine with breadcrumbs --
if ravens had any, they would have raised thumbs;
as they plucked my eyes and ate my marrow gamble.
Jack in the box was knocking on Heavens door humbled...

Bewitched as a hitchhiker for the lucky streek;
the street was a dead-end, runes there afloat in the air...
Stryker or not -- that was the question imbeciled for the meek;
Odenwald did not bode well to the silver linings I wreaked.
Godspeed paving the road to Hellions incursion and ensnare --
who rode the last Indian for an Avatar's dare!
I must have ate a cold turkey and Hungary was mana-leaked.

I mean to say nothing, while anything goes Casino Royale;
Texas Hold em and Baccara there competing with wild Geese.
The Mother of old things was in terror as her daugher un-yaled;
expelled for reading Harry Potter and Lavransdatter with grayscale
printouts of the scripture, that was not in red nor edited by W. Reese.
To make it worse, she was not naturally blond and wore a Scarlet fleece;
a wolf in sharp tongued manner and inner peace to mar a Nightingale...

I hit the road with my greatest bullshit to farewell to Kerouac;
as my arms raced to my forehead to find some loose hair untied.
Collared to do the Job thing and Jonas away to the Free stack...
Nineveh had nine vows to row the boat, as the Bikermice backed:
"We'll be doing the hard core and no frogmouth shall early birdy lies;
as Splinter and Carmichael will be waiting to sing some war-cries!"
As men had white Armani and blue jeans women wore black!!

A Change in scenery would break - I swear - solemnly to bear
witness on the grand scale of things. The camels neck was thick;
no rope could ever tie it. So I hanged it onto September 22th gear
as a little bit of Monica was in the air;
I changed the channel with the remote promoting my matchstick
to be the Mayor as Yuri and Natsuki where debating over Netflix
whether to watch Irishman or Icarus... Sayori would have known, I swear!!

As the jury was hung up anyway, we settled the wreckage of events
with a compromise to write some poetry instead. Monica also arrived
and brought Carrie with her. Yuri made an eerie friendship so fervent;
I believed she could cut herself with just her sweat and tears without relent.
I remorse, that letting them out again, was not the best of choice to carry;
onward we go as I cherry-picked my marbles, scanned the cat, e-mailed to Surrey,
to find out that the Matrix was out of order and having a deja vu for 2 cents.

That really hurt my feelings and I blew my stack. On top of that I tore up
my last copy of Spiraling Embers and misplaced Kodama of the Center Tree.
Damn, how can I be so good in breaking up with things what I like - wazzup?!
Carry and the Bikermice volunteered to help me ease the pain with a Wallop.
Afterwards I remember nothing, and that is a good thing... I guess... how to redeem...
some lootboxes there craving my attention, but I pretended to not give a fuck-gleam!
Glee was out anyway and so was Aster with Diss and Mumble - the road was shut...