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Within the common
(all purpose room)
at highland
manor apartments aye
daily encounter,
one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible,
jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously
ravenous, talon
viciously wizened,
xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman
alley bye
barred doors fate
helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with
plaintive cry
no escape known
to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors
myopic eyes espy
alarmed at
feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned
me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed
cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance
like mandibles "hi
there unknown
weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/
woman to extricate
(via whipping up
literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me
to sing jai
(let victory prevail
against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver
rights phalanx,
hood reply
with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically
faux prison,
where Matthew
Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic
to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds
thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death)
be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...
fading hope...sigh!
