Twag
Almost as I slew every
Twag hooky, I like going
Down to the city
I flayed the Hislie
The carpenter or Carthe
Wall with their skins
And dendist.
Mr. Jenks shoed within
The bricks the waver
Service was required
Stakes along the wall
Coughed after the
Extraction
Flayed in my presence
And for both operations
And chatted as I seldom
Have before
The Great Gates round
Mr. Jenks emporium
Rebels and I covered
And listened to the hammer
Crucified with Jenks cussins
He watitude of them to be
Day I believe he alls
With their skin New York man
I never met
Maintains and attitude
Of stone expects
An existing war
Enduring neither
Aid nor ice vines
Ten military opera’s
Of neutrality
Originiaty
In the midst of it
Ate the
Mediterranean rat
Middle age
Married grapes
El mare
Declared that
We were exempt from capes
© Michael Zugin