Visit The Gym Of Atonement Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

on the sidewalk of empty shoes...
you can sashay in with condiments...
but don't blow the copper fuse....
there's a legacy of warmers
and volumes to peruse
on the thirty second stepping,
stoned, I read it in the news...
the bath escape is leaking
with salted foam, and creaking
from the everafter tweaking
of the antidotal blues....
the walls, fashioned of rubber,
invite each and every lubber
to take up the chains, recover,
with a galaxy of shrews....
their tiny tails are waving....
their little teeth are chomping....
and after all the romping,
derail.... fit for repaving....
signed and certified....all trues.......