7200
Nay, despite failing
to make the grade,
this bluesy well red, duff mute
average white band hit,
hard knock school alumnus
jack of all trades
master of none bumped along
pot hole cratered steep pitch
while riding the bus
bullies skewered kosher
me all, cannibalized
carte blanche timid ego
brandishing exacto knife
threatening jugular, cuss
sing maniacally
pulling out all stops
going headstrong for this doofuss
Embracing premonition
making me mincemeat
vis a vis via, Atilla
the Hun plus
Godfrey Gordon
Gustavus Gore
after diet of worms
as hors d'oeuvre hug guess
if given a choice,
would prefer Loch Ness
monster, or the whale
that swallowed Jonah,
either t'would be a quite im press
heave feted feat,
versus being poached,
roasted, skewered burnt alive
perhaps sautéed
to feed additionally,
the Gothic (Jacks sin) five
the latter adorned with
Bandolier prototype,
whence they would jive
to Vandals mess sigh ya,
these last yet another
contra band
to play on command,
or risk not being
he gee beegee bing a live
all thee above
iterated blather spluttered
as punishment against revive
ving human sacrifice
by pence hoove lee donning
a new jersey wordlessly
trumpeting, and strive
ving assiduously as a one man lobbyist,
and aye willingly negotiate
to take more'n one wive
even though that would
be big o' me decor,
thus a last minute reprieve given
without axing por favor
and black keys handed over
to Holy Roman Empire in hoar
rubble ruins (over
the Weeknd),
thus brutish nasty,
and short tempered surprisingly
(boot not prematurely)
ejaculating bon jour
foo fighters actually (grand
aery an nah - did a three sixty)
feting me guest of hun or,
boosting self esteem,
the first time
since being a kid
in a candy store
which poetic digression
did make quite a dee tour,
and bringing detente
amidst marauding
village people
hoop reef furred war.
