Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 30

Slinking to slave face the abomination
the do so with kitten colored capitults
non-resilient grey spray laundromat
on mental billows.  Rats for fingers
are too agenda. Who if i cried?
shot up? Like anyone here is into Morrisey.
would want their blindness shoveled
traced. Pretty sounds even.
Closer out, there's a plate of wax
you can look
                     look, look
look          from back in
   nits for picking    why've not got
your fun[   ]hand end[  ]gris?