Original skin
Your ruling class apothecary varnish
tampers with solitude, washes down
starch fandango, arithmetic jangles.
Or - is corn too well bred all over this
great nation of ours, beheaded knight
cresting waves, holding candles in a
winter storm until bees take over my
good golly. Best not to fiddle little of
arson-budding because Spring is yet
to melt his icy heart, commoner tin-
star destiny keeps marching spurs in
spit and polish for next year's crop.
Darn tangle hippy girl pushing walk
side to side got me going again, its a
habit constrained within geometric
vestiges stain driven, martial shield
tuning fork gone to heaven as long
as death keeps whipping up a song.
Warn his majesty about coming on
too strong with us small fry batty
coke-drinking hybolores. You new
kids crank up engineering dipsticks
faster than Johnny says go - and I
form opinions differently based on
rational gold standard mistakes it
takes or bakes, you silly snakes. My
vole commander, back in town re-
milking kiss and tell persnickety do
done dilly, how furry can one oblong
port commissioner get? Tongue or a
snag list dapper snapper in creepy-
time sauce, if you pay they will play.
Honorary workers became wrathful
yesterday afternoon when a lapize
lapel law passed quietly through our
hallways of injustice, taking more of
their insignificant wages away. Mom
said there would be days like these.