A Broken Doctrine For Our Noble Dogs / Canes enim egregius fracta doctrina  

 
the workday is over,
the batteries dead.
No overtime at JellyMill
       tonight.

Thought you cared enough
to carry over the medicine
bucket to soothe a mystery of
        disrepute,

but it was never part of the
agenda that maps our way
through all them venial sins,
          and
.
hides the mortal sin from
the  eyes of Goddess, who
feeds our futures and cuts
           the

 choking vines shorter, so as
not to grant issue of that proof
needed to progress from that
          point.

if it were, ( in a plastic sense )
pure, it'd only lead to a more
lethal production of heads on
             pikes

along the much travelled road
that leads toward our dear, grand
metropolitan downtown place of
             access

to pints and pints of that dark,
 stout elixir of living life
beyond the ways and means that
             matter.

Notice: No necks were snapped
nor poultry compromised in any way
during the production of this hollow
            allegory

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