Toots

Time is a tripe cup,
pupped into the hull
of the supperware,
tee em, sold to lyest 
vidder, vile enough
to be an advertisement
for the conversizement
that met its statch on 
the train station lobby floor,
polymer, and held up its
hands to say: please, don't
toot. Sent to a place. Jack,
please become a sentence.
That's something a name
always wanted. To be 
grammatical, rather than
a mere part of speech.