Please do not look in my basement.
It is a class five type Z distaster.
It has so many made up words
and comic sketches of the
five fences, the seven songs,
the popular ruses, the commercials
recast to implore the buyer to instead
take a bath in irony water and boil
one's coins to avoid the chemistry
trails that always follow fiats and
make conspirators out of shitstorms
and bad language out of red truck
resentment (and flags, of course);
don't look.
There are things down there
you could not unsee.
Roman Ryan 