Of devotion
Convoluted
Into portrayal
Let me edify you
Glorious Herbert wart
You are just a pigscock
That much has been dope
There's no such thing
AsMargarine
Turkey blood of hope
I was inky motion
When you were in spout
Did these wings of censure
Indicate the exit
Was there balm and gesture
In the clot of seizure
Like an aneurism
Swimming in a bowl
Like the cock and robin
Smoking in a hole
Will you went to the future
My Luddie my Lou
Will you went to the future
My Pip my cuckoo my lark
Was there a bobbin
A grillock a pew
Was there a crow in the dark
Na na nana na na ma
Na na nana nah
Nanna Nanna nah ma
Na na nana nah
I'd rather be a comet
Than a quark
Doo be doo be doo
Spring is the quintessence
Of beadles
Isn't it
Runcible jones
Fling the rest of the poor seasons
Into the scrotty bowels
of the deep dark knoll.
10/04/18
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