mezzanine of the
hall of poets besmirched,
clogged bidet from diabolus,
corrupt sphincters forcing elimination,
torn popeholy, flimflam rectums,
disloyal covert sect,
breached liasion, spiritual
extortion skewered on the
roasting turnspit, literary carnage
at the expense of detestation,
harpsichord of obedience
plays off tune, defiance casts
the creme de menthe French rune,
oral sex with a smattering of creme
de menthe liquor in the poetic whore's
mouth,
rave on Buddy Holly,
showstopper in the cathouse,
merkin, pubic hair wig for the theatrical
purpose of crotch-sucking dilettantes who can't
place their work into the marketplace honestly...
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