fabled tomorrow, stuck in her shell of glamour and harpie-lotion
beats furiously at the gossamer teflon -batting protecting the wicked
with less gumption than that of a baby cracking a farty smile,
illustrious in ability to smooth, sooth, and sell rainforests for slabs of christ
the over-promised bombasstick next world i keep hear speak of
deigns to poster itself into a promo appearance
whiff wife and all.
instead of merely retreating witch is the quickest anomaly to ticktivate.
forsooth the wishlesstooth is pulled not thrice but rather dislodged on
implosive advice to succumb on the hikers downstream thumb
*****
dig in they heels
and peck madly at the shell, hiding the pea, the sun of gold
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