You’re a pox bottle
Weird mantid, mantitties advance and get planted like daffodil bulbs
Mandibles clattered by fistfuls of O’BatterHe, Ulysses well you’re getting upsized
Cutupper a right a left hook your juddered head shudders it’s curtains, shutters
Puppy eyes done nothing look at your accusing duppy, forehead circumcised
Subscribed to shitkickedin monthly I go from capuchin monk to wrap-your-chin monkey
Chamber that’s din to me I want chin music pay fist money fistfuls of it hand over fist
Spunky at the thought of punking someone, punching someone with a dentist visitor
A bus driver box, exact fare only, exacting brutal toll me, only fair bust your grown beef
More like ground beef plainly a brown belt I’m drowning you in limbs, reddened eyes I gouged with chin
My mouth contorts like a ghoul’s galled at ghastliness, vast gap in experience
You grasp and jostle like a banked fish, I know you’ll be vanquished soon, so do you
You’re gasping for air, tearing at the air, I push my hair into your eyes
Delirious at tiredness, soon you will be slept but I strum no lyre jig, no dog gig
No dog tags when I’m done they’ll use dental to name you like an ice age find
What’s known of your life they’ll derive from your bones, no care to your mind
That you loved so well.
Car hurtling full throttle sounds full throated
On the radio yutes giving cheek, why I oughta
Alchemisland 
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