Monday, June 2, 2014

In The Flip Of A Switch It Happened In Spite ~ In The Dead Of The Night ~ Valley Of Mills Produced These Burns In Real Lights



The Frig sat to break the cap chutes to throat,
the digs to the mail in the envelope stroke,
eyes speak to beatings down with the spites,
bury her leftings to anatomize skrite.

Echo the smight width of the scourge,
clearing the favorites a tidy wipe purge,
craft to the central built by a ship,
off whilst the cargo is tanked for the R.I.P.

Know guilt to be known by skipping the Stone,
the land of the barreled is pistons in strobed,
the reap to the Rigger the Wrath of the Sail,
ropes to the Pulley the wheeled is Quale.

Product the Press in Media Messed,
tails with stories delivery lest,
ignoring the impact of Comets at best,
the strike kissed the value of cheeking a blessed.

Creature Features a Half an Hour Show,
came on in the 11's the 30 of stroke,
the Voice was the Keeper in Various boats,
the oaring of littles maid hydrogen stokes.

Dialing for Dollars another City soak,
wait bye the phone it's Ed McMann in the bone,
the doorbell rings the shock of the land,
Certificate checks it's Money in Hand!!

The Post Office Show near Fillmore and Beau,
Venued a Perfect in Audienced row,
political supports to positives load,
the verbal reproached by packing the Stow.

Away whilst the Butcher worked at the Store,
woke to the morning his family was core,
all in one Evening gone with a stir,
so quiet it is when people disturb.

The government sent Airplanes and Kent,
to observe?,or to ask?, what the Fuck is the Rent?,
balance the budget screaming to deep Lot,
ended with Twinke defense it was brought.

City Haul to the Rooms of Courting a Prop,
districts in flagging the broth is go Hot,
dragons to showing the China Town lent,
treasure hunts maiden the voyage of sent.

Roust Up the Drown in spoon of the Nose,
I still remember that Willy was hose.

Calls to the Darby rings to the Shrill,
a pence fulled the pockets lining the deed,
no sorry or apology would ever be breathe,
the damage is run to empty the shunned.

While I may be lonely of this I admit,
my home is filled with more than words in a spit,
photo's keep wise to reason for lit,
examples of how to not fight but beat writ.

Recite all these ties to yellow ribbons on dies,
the Tree of the Cross of the Freeway in loss,
the petal of the flower in the base of the cut,
says I am a bulbous the Roots are the kit.

Foxy the stages to many have Hit,
readdress the scale to the pitch of the Yelp,
reviews are so often for persons a tensed,
the stiff of the matter is the triggering Fence.

The Taunt is not Welcomed with more than ablib,
'cause I have no one to the nobody bridge,
a walk or a talk to iron this rage,
inhabits not I for I am of Sage,
in require of the Seer in rinks to the Wired.


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