Your life is leaning downhill
Sloping off the outer edge
Your undetermined oyster beds
Were found to be a hedge
To feed the farmer whose
You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd
Cadaver's filled with onion rings
And feet are filled with glue
Now sinister exaggerator Is still your favorite Ferlingetti
What's your claim to fame?
Only from above
That calls saliva love
Your alter life is superceded
Found in Auntie Maim?
Your hear is like a silken sponge.
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