Tuesday, August 5, 2014

GRUNION HUNT

If you can't beat the Romans become one then
 and then beat yourself Black and Blue come Bleed
For a Force without Gravity, won't stick.


For it hast lost its Consonants and Vowels
And replaced them with the throttal of K's,

Along a shore without a beach to hunt
Grunions, let's go before they disappear.
You can never trust but believe in them
FOr once as though Forever and again.


Kackle allow  but cover your bases,
Words mean nothing now nor may they ever.
Lost on the loins of a misperccieved face
Even Love trust no other but armor.


The river'll Flow over, say, Evon, mulch,
rich fertile soil for farming is left?


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