Move glass and take things.
Thank you, window company.
Your faces booked my traces
and stole my piracies from the
amplitude that vamped my ramps
(on pizza) and guaranteed that
the warranty had expired. Oh,
you preferred the retail behemoth?
That's not a very Karlian reading
of the situation. Doctor Sparks
would say that fire is a case of
dry enough alone. Yes, there is
another dollar that you might
own if you do the things that
feel are your instinctual worth-
right. Dash that against the stocks
and see if it bonds. That's a glue
question, a true confession of all
the veritable veritases whose vases
were shattered in the great tired
of nineteen ninety nine. Wired
for progress? May the doggerel
guide our inner ears to the point
where the drums burst and the
dams make common cause with
the same worst that once might
have been called sausage. Yes, that's
what we were getting at! Another
cliche, hold the accent mark, and
then it's just a regular thing that
is said too often for the eye to
catch its drift. Grift, you say?
This is just day-to-day justice,
a type of corrupt ice whose
mere form derides the water
which cooled the lasers that
cut the duct work that provided
the coffee for the misers that
build this 'god' damned ship.
Roman Ryan 