How murky can my workies get?
Can I net through the filter fish files
and scum up some good rum
without drumming down
too many dolphins?
It's unclear but I fear
I will leer at these careers
until my near-death goes
the rest of the way.
Fuck you, Zeno.
I wish you could have dished me
a way to never touch
or be touched
but all you've done
is mucked with my
such and such and left me
in the mulch and mulch.
And the ell sound fails
to mail me to the zip
node that my lymph codes
can actually understand.
That's why they call it
RNA, I think. It's a sink
with connection that
cannot be confections.
And I would rather
make a deal with
a baton than a meal
with seitan, only because
I don't yet know its
smoke point,
and thus
I'll probably decline
that elbow joint.