Take Physic, Plump Pomp

So Thou May'st Shake the Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches to    
Those in Need  
   
"By the hour the winner crosses the finish line, she looks like shit."    
-- each Farrah,    
not fairer at death    
   
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My music hero, Elvis Presley, hero worship full confounds --    
his dying with a constipated superflux of thirty pounds.    
   
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a dedication of Respect    
for    
the Pain of the mighty    
on falling from  
graceland  
   
a revolving helios couplet menippean satire on    
the unadulterated awe of unaccommodated man --    
still by the time the fat lady sings    
one fork'd animal fuck'd    
   
may, 2023 --yet even the greatest of kings    
but sitting on his ass    
high atop his hemorrhoids