He stands in front of,
He stands in front of you,
Like the similar attitude
Of an orc or boar.
This laudable tulip is not
Ugly but boisterous,
He stands, and he sits down
Made up of the same venom
As flattened grass, broadened
By lustre and accusatory remarks.
He understands the rejoicing of your
Tongue, as he sits down and stands
Up, like jelly and like war.
His rank is hissing, cramped by the stare,
He is a boar or beautiful dog.
Much understanding resides in this
Galaxy of words and muck,
Munch down the tragic thoughts,
Munch them down now!
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