Lacertilian

Creep crates full to trimtab:
leverage sponges flip cups,
primarily to get drunk.
Cold blood, are you in?
Special hella proclivities,
rattle on left coasters
to deny tea stains their
table banes. Imagery 
stripes, scale model 
eyes without human
anthrotautoloies,
your farces bedevil
fearful leggy serpents;
but that's who you 
split tongue paid for 
whatever kind of sun-
day takes a lord in vain.