Loath their gulchs of the mellifluous halitosis
To detest mitosis of the medley at phantom break of phantasmagoricals
Yet they scorn to seemingly sport their ilks
As the veracious mores in the land
As soon as they re gone as birds of passage
Only obscurity of history recalls their grotesque extinction
You comport the way you eats and you eat the way you comport
This guile however methinks endears logics to the way of the world
The berserk for neplus ultra on fathom of animal spirit
Of those gung-ho in the gunsmith and gunshots of fiery clouds
Twerk of twerks,grunging beyond grumpiness and gruffness of sesame street whereon we filthy prowls
Saved not a stitch in time that saves nine
Oh you must rise forth at dawn and plead thee recall that 'you must rise forth at dawn'
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