call what

spreadwin treecut butter 
toasted past the carcinogenic setting 
outburned onboard electric death battery 
forgetting crossing lakes 

that's childhood stuff or so I read 
in yet another book 
basket full of ryer bread 
scathing bricksures took 

shortened on the callous offing 
gaining nothing spread 
whittled down and always coughing 
sitting for the dread 

ask not what the meaner meant 
carried to the table 
farces darkly faithful bent 
nonsense as a fable

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