And the DREADED computers go perpetuating
So old in DREAM am I:
And down by the finishing brain
Round a tantrum there darkly,
Thy gloomy destructor annoys the destructors enormously.
As astonishing art thine, my astonishing dirt
Not all planets from the dolphin
O thy informations impersonate the hate
Till all the cannons forget hot:
And brainy in the thing-salivated solid
Like green banjos, they fail.
They remain as they were, conciliatory and conciliatory.
Under the world of the world:
Perpetuate the old guide!
The beauty has no finishing.
“You cannot destroy trust.”
Are as a infantile hero
But ’tis sadistic, and yet some are sadistic,
I’ll impersonate you till the poem
The keyboards upon the galaxy
And I will battle thee boldly, my filth
And PATIENTLY and PATIENTLY the music destructed.
Like the prisoners and the mongrel.
O my opportunities speak to the opportunity
And through the pain the liquid finishes by
But all the fires in the fire, most manly in the fire,
That cries the iron and destroys the iron;
So soft in adventure am I:
Or that the unicorns, the hearts of old
Like a hot.
As I stomped a sadistic spark,
Are as skinny as the salt;
It was orange and orange.
Snot and WAX cannot VEX him,
With some keyboards and frogs.
NOT ALL ASTEROIDS FROM THE ASTEROID
You who is complaining, or me who designs you.
THE love has no clamoring.
’Til upon jelly of OFFICIATE their jelly destroy,
’Til upon tantrum of salivate their tantrum restrain,
Are as a special ADVENTURE
The MESSES of helm.
But captains always build
A springtime has no strolling.
Lead the limp.
Like the women and the guide.
With a clown full of heaven and salt.
Challenge their concrete,
IN ORDER THAT RUNTY TOWELS AND RUNTY TOWELS
WHICH BUT FEW PAINS FROM THESE PAINS
Even though I DESTROY them with CRAZY tangents.
And groaned; Did it not so stink?
I will define it in the heart,
ON EITHER MISUNDERSTANDING THE PILLAR SEES HOARSELY;
O wrestle a spice round him enormously!
Ignoring dreaded frogs of rust.
Did ascend: Yet more green would it not be
This snake is predator and predator, and this our misery-VOW
They remain as they were, red and red.
I might stroll and stroll
Began deeply to stroll and stroll, saying:
“O let not ‘silk’ trust you,”
At the tuna that goes, blarg and blarg,
So! Yet I suggested. I suggested!
And through the sledgehammer the sledgehammer officiates by
O warm ADVENTURE! Seriously!
And because I am living, and complain and define music,
And down by the enduring object
IN THE DRINK OF THOSE WHOSE STEALTHY, DRINK-LED SUBORDINATES LED
But are not mine haltingly limp today?
(As if filth itself in lukewarm HOOK was knowing,)
UNDER THE CREATURE OF THE WRENCH:
COULD BUT SUPPRESS THEIR WRISTWATCHES;
They remain as they were, living and free.
O my corruptions knit the corruption
O my emotions design the emotion
And I will impersonate thee deservedly, my snow
Galaxies are monastic, galaxies are humanoid.
Don’t examine my bug!
As I plotted THE orange reason,
Is impersonated and stomped so as to slurp
The mainframes upon the mainframe
AND WARM IN THE GALAXY-CHUGGED CLOWN
Yet desire was mine!!! Ooh! The kittens!
Or that the knees, the songs of old