iPoem · 7911.3487.9.41 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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