The bottom rung at the bottom of the dogpile
What ado punched his fussy pot at the roast of the dojo?
A decadent crow like gothic doily to the feet
Dead dogwood trees that stood for yonks or aulangsyne
This languid style of dolce Vita frustrated the glut
The knighterrant don quixote palled in a catspaw
Not the duathlon of this magic wand could restore him
The hysterics, melodrama,handwringing warmth,
The tender solicitude of the hunter gatherer
Aplomb the golden loop of the cognoscentis
To shirk the receptivity of the golden empathy
Vile kinesiology of vapid kindred winces pound too mordant to resist the pith of livelihood
Knickknack, kickshaw,doodad,gimcrack,bibelot,bijouterie, bric-a-brac on the dancing portico of inclement weather
Therein his yowl, caterwaul,meow ,moo,howl,yelp,cackle,tu-whi tu-whoo on the grind,
Merchandise of poisonous but meridian merrigue
Allayed at the gunshots and cannonades of high noon and floodtide
As the sun turns and sets behind mesquite and turns the sky pastel in the meridian jugglings of the golden hills
A dancing clutch,a meddlesome milepost and ignitive capper ,
A landmark,simulated watershed beyond backwoods and backwaters of the longsome,poky,mind numbing and monotonous golden valley ,
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