Whose What, Fever Cut

Burble boils simmer, toil
Which oil shimmers, boils
On the horizon's spine
Downright leg zone fine

Axes power graphic 
Descriptive traffic
Whose theorist explain
Our wrists are pain

And the backpay we owe
Will be a meal's million crows
So feast, eat guilt and pleasure
Such that you metabolize
Treasure and maleficent eyes

To dime the dozers 
And mime gilded poses
Treacherous cauldrons and stolen pots
Will gibe, farces, and colon dots

List your tomb among the objects
That are available for taxation
And give what you'll get
To safety the net

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