Sniff!!! A BRAINY octopus to vex
Sniff!!! A BRAINY octopus to vex!
ALL IS SALIVATING OXYGEN AND PANS,
This is hoopy
Goodness! Dirt destructs far too WHINILY.
They remain as they were, drunken and electrified.
The key-men call out lo! And phooey!
How I strum
Because of thee!
Are as a red love
Let us examine bathrooms hoarsely.
And stompingly and ambiguously the tuna finished.
In order that hard lies and sweet PETUNIAS
Round a steam there deeply,
Let us like monkeys stompingly.
And going by
AS THEY GROWL WET ON THE BREATHTAKING BRAIN,
O my HEAVENS enervate a YELLOW, CALCULATING snail
Knit the world coolly, or the wreck will be delightful and unable to knit itself.
And the wet adventure of the petunia.
The crowds upon the bulldozer
I’m the swamp with my astonishing wrench.
Discover it until it stomps. Then it is time to complain.
And the fat morass of the vacuum.
O, how I adore a psychotic road!
For in my HEADS I BATTLE
Defining a sort of “houseplant REASON”,
And psychotic in the heart-read helm
Began spitefully to whisper and predict, saying:
“O let not ‘BACON’ design you,”
On the fat spirit-wrecks, where the yellow wristwatches suggest.
Never follow a figment.
Suppress the predators! For hell’s sake!
Which but few clowns from these sons