expostulation 35
All as if sung, a wander is crowding
the majority’s loyalties:
more likely to see the
whole thing as deranged, or to copy down how
different pigments sluice what’s seen
mashed, common response
& all shd. be shot.
Brought about by sustained
shuddering, impressionable acolytes
behaving recklessly:
a coal light
combusting toward a feeble minded
muttering over there in the corner—
(every good boy deserves to fudge)
check the book & see what numbing burr
crouches near, .. maybe
you arrive at a nexus ....
Their idea’s standardization,
not wanting to lift higher.
Quit horsing around.
Words get thrown
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