when all foldiriddle is in the room
and a blood-red sky
bitterly flatulates
then spank me a macaque
and this masticated time
it seems the very last of us
has wept
wept for rain
cacao on the brain
with a toot toot tootin’
synaptic shoot shoot shootin’
as much fun as a stain
and sad sock-puppets
rootin’
so very highfalutin
down the drain
into the meta
metropolis
with you
crying
for a beaten
beat-cop’s full list
will do
and the fullest
of the concepts of witchcraft
that the very best of us
might reefer
to
as stop and frisk
tsk-tsk
dude
i’ve been this kind of frisky
all my life
Peace/Love/Underwearing
m(O_o)m

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