sock rament

fits of fleshing pot revelry

dim sum dancing breasts and butts

an appetite with no delight

eyes that peel

and teeth that rot

to this man you know me not

take the nature


turn it into excrement

dialed in like buttered clams

far away you make your plans

guaranteed the space between

holes in doors and rips in screens

frozen terror stand erect

onto floors eject

safe but inches

from my heart

pressing instance

holes of parts

turning the wonder i burned with my loins

into a carnival warped eerie song

And so it goes, and so it stands

to be split on the inside

walk on my hands

conquering divides

dick swinging strident marching

earl of ides

lauding, chiding eyes

and steal your peace on the make


in pieces still remain

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