From Wenceslas Kabeba@21:1/5 to All on Tue Nov 14 09:31:20 2023
Squeegee my oliguria verily
efflux of tiny champagne pool so merrily
Off the loamy rosebud cherry
a dynamic biologic glass of sherry
Beneath which a prize is buried
The dream of a feast miscarried
Beneath it’s ample shock of limbs
the grief of the preaching cherubims
Beneath it’s trampled roots
the excess strain of a million boots
Lies a prize, sloppy and delirious
hostile landowner with a gun so serious
A totem of import mysterious
a silver bullet jocoserious
With one scraggly shipwrecked eye
with profound farewell I prepare to die
Gleaming welcome yet faint goodbye
the deprived clash of a cowering sigh
Waiting still for my faint reply
gregarious courtship of a blowfly
Ipso facto it’s moldering fruitages
it's snakebit rootages
It’s plucky lengthened taut inscrutables
It's curving compensating beautifuls
Flitted whispered threats of Jihad
Beneficiary of thoughtful mujtihads
Calumniatory threats from an angry God
slack jawed pieheads suitably awed
God in his forensic Ivory Tower
the undertakers soul collecting bower
Who was not amused at my golden shower
despite it's awesome solid power
Focused the sun on a single flower
of metal appearance in that early hour
Like a lonely catechetical instruction
or the detected perception of a mosquito's suction
With a Junoesque yearning for my own destruction
nonsensical irony of a cemetary construction
I plucked it quickly from the earth
an alcoholic banquet of excessive girth
Giggling with simpering mushroomed mirth
cemetary tourist of negative worth
I heaved it up to the blue boiling sky
offering up a provisional sigh
Groaning with roiling blessedness
the horror of my reluctant fecklessness
I a penny ante rationalist
asylumed in the command of the nincompoop nationalist
I a mass produced amorist
rotational control of the experienced camerist
Decocted thus my simmering blessedness
infected with my pumpkin fecklessness
Into an uncorked vessel of mystical bliss
a cathedral hiss
Antipathetic to my sordid piss
my ruined abyss
Having neutralized my indiscretion
my mushroom missile of depression
Urinating (or trying) on God’s creation
a petty attempt to decrease the nation
I felt fructified alone in the woods
a federation of forbidden neighborhoods
With a hair shirt contempt for earthly goods
and champignons and hen of the woods
And a deist lament to spread that which I could
or a premium mechanism to spread what I should