Tomorrow carbon copies its neighbor,
flunks for cheating, debunked plagiarizer
hot on the bed headed water fouls
-- don't call it dumping if you're not wasted --
consider flying next time:
I hear the solar winds are steady
this rhyme of year.
Bluster squarks, conducive as it is
to laying track and stacking lack
-- keeps the honest laboring
and the disses pissed on strongs --
in piles that represent feather waits
the kind of shadow space whose dives
disabuse the breathers of the sense
that water cannot be wound up
by all of the above.
Roman Ryan 