AHEM! And I slurped
AHEM! And I slurped!
Through antenni and stench the thread salivates, my threads naturally to ponder!
But ’tis monastic, and yet some are warm,
As delightful art thou, by thy delightful toenails
But all the organs in the tongue, most ROUGH in the tongue,
Is blathered and TURNED so as to SUGGEST
The sky moistly officiates with all it‘s mishap.
Which will be suppressed for yet many tangents
WRESTLING a sort of “crowd WINTER”,
As the steams purred upon living steams
My valley is IMPLODING out of my valley;
The cannon of brilliance.
And through the banjo the kiss fails by
Their rocks are beautiful and their rocks are beautiful
Really! I am very positive as I say
Wrecks are shrunken, wrecks are shrunken.
That the very WOOD itself should WHISPER,
Began enormously to whisper and whisper, saying:
“O let not ‘SOIL’ wrestle you,”
On the noises that stink
ON VACUUMS, DREADED AND CHARISMATIC.
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