That twisted soul
That omnivorous droll
Rock and too obvious to roll
Slitted toll
Crispy knoll
I favor the mint and the wicked to the dole
The spice and the nice to make a quaint hole
And that ain’t all
there’s quite a ball
every fall there’s every type of squall
The further this goes the farther it’s all
just another type of maul
At the mall, the gaudy sink teeths into honey
And tees and b’reeze
And the terrible storms
that lost us all sense and simply broke us to peaces
And sense ne’er returned, nor regressed
It simply broke us to pee says
To sleepless
diseases
The measles, don’t tease em with your scanty believe-ez
But is that the a i that has been singularly protonized or patronized or
Saintly blue eyez