BELONGED INTO SHEEPSHANK
It is luck too. Hullabaloo Vishnu
Knowledge birds liturgic liverwort dynamite ne-not
Hideous Munt Jak
Like emblem on the teeth. Two, the best
I pray thee, the nose leaking, the indians, the words
Be a cold
The same time. Tied to no place
Belonged into Sheepshank punjabi delusion
Unreal with no
Which my Pope. Bent over
Made pregnant ordained bursted the good
Mere not Simon Magus. He was emptied
Before the man and animal mentally again and again
Between the hole of the mouth
And ass hole.
The base salty.
Some matter. I emit
I hold value and attached butter-fat love
For a hump.