i
nt er, upted
the ante chamber
where six to one
hot spread eagles
in God, they balled
the trust,
squeezed sanc titties
and ameri
domized the rect
ums.
the cerebral
lob byists
fell on {s} words,
those battalions
of soft-marrowed
suggestions. as,
jaw boning found
Samson in a sec
ular dilution, I've slain
one. mo' ah bite
a day.
