(mal)Apropisms and Lesser Forms of Living

 
 
 
I was gonna write, but
it isn't gonna happen.
(And
why'o'why should it?)
But
I love to contradict
mySelf t'keep that
madding crowd on  
their edge, though i bid
them not explode the
sheep. Strange dis-eases
abound in this strangerly
stranging hilltop plateau,
and damn it, "they" rarely
pay attention.
 
Sack-religious Sonogram,
Come blow that horn, the boys
are in the shithouse & girls
are in the porn. How many toxins
do it take to bring relief?
"He's up in the haystack fast asleep"
 
That should do it for now,

and
suffice for the present.