the mountain of air has sprung a leak

who will fill the dyke with lead that it might sink and tell

the tale with bricks

oh bricks they can be reused you know

they did you know

dust 'em off

chip off the ooze that clings to them

build another pile


not another half so good

but there you are

who wear the pantysuit in the franchise landlocked by the

city's order

cockeyed insofar as you have heard

the python wrung to withered dithers cut to pieces and

recycled as fodder for the mudder who comes home

with the brave idea and latches onto it like munching

your ruff at the formal dinner


that was the idea anyways