Long after its exit
Hamfisted and halting,not the macabre humour and a cat's paw to paw him renegade
Not the hamstrings upon the armchair critics
Did him osmosis fulminated from the spectre of the mooncalf
Not the gung-ho to gunshot him hooligans from the repugnant Giotto
That adamantinous berserk wallop him the intemperate sands of time
Goofs of pointificates and pointificates of goons
Stirs the striking hornets net at his gudgeon
Not the Halloween as iodinised or as placebo or as balm
To quell him tremor belchs of the gigantic pulse
Behold the pale moonlight dwindles beneath the curlicue of salmagundi
Oh the atrioventricular bundle strikes the Goldmine from the downpour of splendiferous smithereens
And still smash hit as the methomaniac mothercarey's chicken
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