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.