In the old townhouse, the dunder's cricket.
On the level slat, the blubber sobs
No 1 knows what that means.
Everyone thinks it's a sacred thing.
Simple and rhetorical figures
They're turning on riot forces.
The lyrics gibberish, the cham eats into the salons.
Time makes art, he resonates with me.
I anticipate cultural metaphors
The main content must be defended
Otherwise, they'll spill out.
for pure particles
And the mutilated ones.
Stereotypes >< abstraction
>< comic orientation
ambiguity of >< update
news
My horrendum.
Poetry will choose
which is archetypal.
