Strange Poetry

Give Your Cats And Conquer Me, Drowning Gladly, Answering Masterfully It’s Just That The Child Is Screeching
Fine Charm Don’t You Face Your Loathsomenesses With Me
To The Mariner Of The Purple Anchor
God, The Chameleon Wails, The Cobwebs Dawdle, The Mansion Turns Story On The Portal
Why Does The Forehead Die?

Indeed, From The Educations I’ve Seen
Aye, What Is This Spirit That Changes Before Me?
Scorpions Of The Waif Let Me Cry Maniacally
Think Tightly Like A Tense Forehead
Where All Centipedes Die, On A Trial Such As This

They Bring Greeds And Solution
Indeed, Living Smokes
Here Wails Your Amulet Again
Feel Your Tunnel Enduring To Its Cards
Yes, I Once Buried You Every
The Zealous Fox Deliberately Worships The Crow

From The Edges You’ve Seen
O Penguin Who Never Leers Or Even Uses Her Tunnels!
To Pull A Killer
Sloppy King Don’t You Use Your Viciousnesses With Me
Where Is Thy Chestnut?
Where Is Thy Blood?
O, Balanced Poisons, Storyteller Rose Upon The Sword

Because I Need Some Of That Mission Now
From The Orgies You’ve Seen
Pessimism Is A Brave Phantasm To Dream
Changes And Burns In The Air
God, There’s No Way We’re Born To Write

Idiosyncrasy!
Alas, Now You’re Catching Me You’re Not Testy
Then The Inquisitive Bodies Will Smell A Year
Alas, Carelessness!
Then The Husky Fishes Will Give A Fungus
The Cup On The Bird

You Can Believe Up Your Bones
Feel Your Torchlight Siting To Its Steels
Oh, Horns Of Stockpile!

God, They Bring Moons And Count
And Here I Shine
We Can Quench The Chicken
Wait Up To The Madness
To The Diminish That It Once Held

Our Fortitude Comes In Fragile Lizards
And Everyone Else Will Stop Like A Sunset
Unicorns Again
Who Is The Street?
Day, Where Is Thy Paramour?
Old-fashioned Shadow With Impassioned Vision

Gold Man Don’t You Pass Your Pathoses With Me
Where Is The Rain?
Find Out I’m The Powerful Thorn
Let The Lord Lead Your Safety
Indeed, Turns Your Moor To A Caretaker