Wail
OnThetrough,twinkle,twinkle spangled stars,
Dainty twerps and sadomasochistic tyros of trumpery,
caveat!
Babylonian ligaments cloned by lascivious guiles a
freebooter par excellence.
And I,with My gritstone gong,forbearances pluck,
To insulate thee from the sordid plough of fairest creatures
To thevilest and dumbest species.
With her heinous willes,she sleeps on queer street,
Gaudying with,hurdy-gurdy and like a hussy-harlot,
dances huzza of her sullen earth.
Does she dies intestate?" misty eyes moped as bleary
inquisitorial hectored,
"Well,moderator,dost thou mean,heirloom,a primogeniture
for an intangible puppet of nature?"
Fuddled with frosty plaudits and intrigued with its interogative wiles
"Yea,may l poach?"frenetic"O wimble"indorsed"pretty simple.
Licentiousness,o salacity,as renegade of the bulge,flung over its
direst clouds.
Cast away your bile,thou blighters,honking my betternoire.
Woe betides thee by its anathema;as black clouds betoken by storm,
Still thou bewaileth not,to remorse,thy bewitched sands of time."
Volatile panorama,belched upon the crust of its seductress libido
THE PORTRAIT OF GREEK POET - ARISTOPHANES
Hollistic but golden feet of clay,itself,melt into boggy swamps.
Dainty twerps and sadomasochistic tyros of trumpery,
caveat!
Babylonian ligaments cloned by lascivious guiles a
freebooter par excellence.
And I,with My gritstone gong,forbearances pluck,
To insulate thee from the sordid plough of fairest creatures
To thevilest and dumbest species.
With her heinous willes,she sleeps on queer street,
Gaudying with,hurdy-gurdy and like a hussy-harlot,
dances huzza of her sullen earth.
Does she dies intestate?" misty eyes moped as bleary
inquisitorial hectored,
"Well,moderator,dost thou mean,heirloom,a primogeniture
for an intangible puppet of nature?"
Fuddled with frosty plaudits and intrigued with its interogative wiles
"Yea,may l poach?"frenetic"O wimble"indorsed"pretty simple.
Licentiousness,o salacity,as renegade of the bulge,flung over its
direst clouds.
Cast away your bile,thou blighters,honking my betternoire.
Woe betides thee by its anathema;as black clouds betoken by storm,
Still thou bewaileth not,to remorse,thy bewitched sands of time."
Volatile panorama,belched upon the crust of its seductress libido
THE PORTRAIT OF GREEK POET - ARISTOPHANES
Hollistic but golden feet of clay,itself,melt into boggy swamps.
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