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again.... redundant....
prolixy...non-profundant....
disrainbowing the spectrum....purging with razored plectrum....
grimacing and gloating
splurping out the words....
just to find them floating
in the bowl, like squarmy curds...
in woeful ways, the sense-or-ship..
sails in and dumps a load of grit.
cruising...seeking bland and mild...
would cut the tongue of Sunday's child...
and anyone who dares to utter
out/in context...sans a splutter.....
syllables that 'blue' the air....
disemboweling....it ain't fair...
what the hey...this isn't freedom.....! !
such nonsense skulks.....and should be wee'd on......
who the pluck's controlling this...?
clickheads, who never take a kiss
and don't know that nothin's finer
than to loll, with one's recliner
in the glowing light...give sweet licks
to one's lover's throbbing joy stick......
an exercise in euphemism..........another take....another prism.....
.....fractalized......and squirting, lissome..........
how's that? .....must I go to prison? ?
and there, if so, I'll scrawl the walls........
.with stuff that smolders....swings....has balls........! !
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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