Sometimes A Great, (Bedamned) Notion........Comes Over Me.

 
 
 
Look'it them buckets of indispensable dope/drugs,
dropping off
dropping off the table edge, down to the floor, and
being so clever as to hide under the rug, just in case
a copper should happen by the premises.  But, as it goes,
said copper do naught would give-a-shit, turning that
proverbial blind'eye to all these essential nutrients
in convenient, encapsulated form, (encapsulated)
 
With a single misstep, one could hint an oral stercoraceous
odor, without the benefit of antiseptic rinse, such an affliction
could travel from bad to really'bad, and fecal congestion be
the death of said/unsaid (innocent) victims, or persons of
high stature, one another alike.
 
No excuse holds any credence, nor Pavlov's doggies any  
pain/discomfort/malaise/anemia, or the like. Passion weaves
it's own tapestry in cases such as this. And all of it is way beyond
my corporeal cognition.
 
The whole process is bound for some type of floating percussion  
when black clouds shoot wild electricity at all of us who wantonly
trespass on, and defile this innocent earth-planet.
 

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