Fear the dumbing-glory of fundamentalisms'
provisions! Hardeningly, knotted, wed
to minstrel's brow as to apprentice's fiefdom
You did know we're squatting in some Duke's hue and parade?
We live without booze or need for shopping cart - we po'
blossoms are cheery when our dustbowl lemming's beatific
power doubles back upon unleashing. All any courtships may aspire
to impress and stuff as nourishment into sugar cubes, is unbidden pressure
upon deaf boy's flagella - Come out, for whatever intoxicant is revolutionary
as was textbook or isn't Kabbalah, as was pumice-y man
adrift - left to forage, who soon bore need
of enough and 'too many' seethed while
senses made collectable Celebration - as if merely to break ground
amounts to snuff cinema; like petrol is in my constitution.
Like, I know what is expected of BP I am on pulpit.
Drop enshrouded in smog's kumquat
a dram, a fiend, a pound of flesh, your right to abortion
like I stand here today to interrogate not necessarily ameliorate
lance wielded so heavily we let 'er rip despite absence of verifiable dAmocle's sword
or thread. We may be in no need, in deep shit, insignificant as cherry pit
but stack up your thrones high because we muster, we live: Our investment
is baby doll's meddling in the dollhouse. Arrest your merriment
(virgins ain't so hot in the sack, in heaven or not)!
