Corvid Canteen

Our brain's a complaining monstrosity
that strains from maintaining porosity.
A horror dungeon of grunge
horse-hung like a sponge,
and poor us, it's draino trained prosody.

Eating grains to gain in viscosity;
'meats stains and feigns luminosity.
Treats curmudgeonly grudge
with sweet bludgeonous nudge,
and sledges sludge in disposed adiposity.

More insane than slur-slang verb paucity,
eschews effete sprain error-plain travelocity.
If you're pungent some Mange come
plunge into strange and SARS-caw-
fuck a sardonic sardine sarcophagus,

then imagine a just-cause albatross wisps
white watercolor through the air feather-quilling
your ear canal and cochlear-cucks
the sounds from the record reel so you can't
shit-out some simp thot like 'Jessica Albatrocity'!