RIOT AT 111 STATION
If I lose my temper youre totalled.
Sallow trays of disgenerate plush, flushing
the balcony of derision, convictions
tumor. Lost my glasses
flashes. As might
incense a prod, wherever it
distends into arced, incoordinate
Mongrel angle detoured, brulant
and trampled, of volutuality manque
as nauseous and tedious as adultery in literature.
The brick that broke the camels sap. Fit to be
frenzied (funny you dont look
tumescent). Fat Boys famous
Jew-Punching Contest (NO
CREDIT REJECTS HERE).
As benefits bereavement
in whom return might anchor.