To Wipe Its Old Self Clean Again Poem by Robert Rorabeck

And the bodies are going to feel so real;
And the bodies are going to feel so real and come for me
In the gypsum bong fests,
That nothing else can very well be survived,
And this is just the verbiage of the very last of all of these
]Very pitiful bouquets,
But otherwise don’t you know the very least of any of all of
This,
And wont you at least admit that neither of us are the
Attorneys or the vermin of
Every single one of these tourisms;
And now at the very least we can all sing, with the Mickey
Mouse ears of all of these tourisms,
And now that it all almost
Felt good- I can liken you to the tourisms of my
Neighborhood, while the old serpent licks its wounds until
While it can battle again;
And by then the old standard will have wiped clean and have
Gathered itself together to wipe its old self clean
Again.