Cocoon of skullduggery skirted in a skulk ;
Thatched with skid row romp and Sisyphean of a gully ;
Slams of slanging match slather the siblings of a whore ;
Sloppy and sloggy gulls its slobbery ;
And slushed with Machiavellian scrimmages the scud –diver amidst
the Sisyphean of slakes scribbled with schmaltz and schism of the trolls ;
Tsunami of hurly-burly ,howling as tug of war thronged
nature ,singing
And striking its strings of thub-thumping bells-its tubular
bells;
Shindig and shibboleth not yet sewered to shilly-shally witly-sentinel;
As skimpy froth unslakens sleight of hand
, slunk in broad daylight;
Sob-narratives and soap boxes hurled in
public square , vacuity-detached ;
That they as sniffer dogs dare no sneaker-detest;
Thraldom of sodden
–fountain spangled human and Moorish sod ;
Sobriety sombred at
the solitude of ill-bliss fountain’s variegated soi-disant ;
Turpitude-turn turtle, twigs the twilight of twenty-twenty
vision ;
Schmucks and pillocks
, benighted as they come ,benighted as they go;
Twilight zone not yet prowled that sclerosis may bleed and
heal ;
Behold cramp here hilt to thresh ;From a flotilla of a filigree and a filigree of
farrago ;
Hence the farce and the fable of the hodge-podge enveloped the public square;
Sulks of sulky submergence circumvent stymied squeaky clean
apogee;
O Sisyphean of slakes ,why did you err?
O Sisyphean of slakes ,insouciant and iridescent , thou babylon
of slatterns
and supercilious subterfuges;
Haunted with ironworks of the irreverend smokescreen ,censure
and subjudice
waylaid thee at the bickering of strands ;
Deadbeat and dead duck unctions its cubicle of the strands ;
Uncouth broth of candour , refutes remorse feeding upon the
glee of banality.
Refrain time refrain pawned season as benevolent sulker
stalks as the dickens
for new moon ;
Corpus whacked dunghill, pale yellowish, hungry wolves
,cognoscenti of
the nethers;
Coldblooded and cold hearted cringed not , nor pine away to croak;
Sisyphean deafens deathknell
and the earth groans ;
Treacly of treachery hurled into trenches of treachery
avalanche ;
A zone not yet thawed
remorseless twiddles the slakes;
Still they bulge off the trolley with the twain of the
trolls ,higgle-piggledied;
And the revels of the
clowns smote on ………..contd
Trojan horses –the zone’s gladiators serenaded on exile ;
Behold rampart is fallen ,where are the gladiators ?
A flotila is gone and
the forester is long dead .
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