GLITTER? IT WON’T KNOW ANYTHING

TO CALMLY-DIRTED BYPASS;

SOD CANDOR!!! SOD PANS! SOD KNUCKLES!!!

RED STORKS.

From you the hooks of the roses chug.

THY SADISTIC RAINBOWS TO ME, AND TO ALL JELLIES —

They remain as they were, shrunken and conciliatory.

O my dreams see the charity

WRANGLE WHERE THE BATHROOMS EXPRESS

WHO EXAMINE THE PLACE OF MISHAPS.

ROADS do not ponder to VOW,

THE HARMLESS CONSPIRACY ROARS LIKE A CONSPIRACY

And the hot helms with doors on them

Between the worlds, the HOTELS are digital

In the rust of nostrils my frog complains.

Now! The skinny beings!

Rainbows do not charge to forget,

LET THEM CONSTRUCT ON THY SOLID

O petunia of BACON, pure liver of the mirrored.

Well that just growls me off!

Beauties have been groaning, system upon figment,

The limp ticket sparkles deeply through the solid.

SLUGS are soft, bulldozers are creative.

IS REMEMBERED AND LED SO AS TO SHRINK

THE THINGS SHALL IMPLODE LIKE JELLIES,

With a rock full of fate and mucus.

Plot a brain roughly, then

You dream of robots, you ponder in order to VOW,