A Rhymeview by Jens Marder
splashing over towers
Whatever is bagged, remains packed
(as can be traced on the latest Yarns
had to dick that one out.
Philology appears to be nothing
you joke about.
is the way it all goes.
falling off various humens.
Mamord the Gay is as bleak as ever,
gnawing hard into reality’s ass.
His sinister nature
lets gastritis flow freely.
Utter weirdness is finally here,
warriors begin knocking down stuff.
By applying pressure to God’s membrain
one can try to stop Gorbqb.
It’s Hi-Brain Day,
the Old Slag is brooding/oozing.
Crispy hands jerk/float
under truly unfavorable conditions.
That Milton guy tends to visit paradise
inside Paris Hilton’s vault.
There he tends to find nothing to write home about
(except for slut feces and whatnot).
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