Are you the katydid whispered
in the thousand and second night?
Surely your Homer was never a nineties
mission accomplished carrier flight.
What certitude you wish to carry!
In that briefest narrator's case,
shells from peanut M&Ms
that you peeled to get centre right.
Toxico Politicarrion, you'll be right
at home in a state with crap
architecture and a petri fish
one germaphone call away.
Mr. Samuel, what umbridge
could you hold over my head
until the twain shall sleet?
I'm certain that your fake
philoshod shoes
will plot a demise
worthy of that candlewick sucker
(wort be the name)
who, the original Girardian,
sacrificed all but himself
on the liberty library altar.
Roman Ryan 