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Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou Spunk?

Nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk

his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptize or dunk

 

cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat no universal solvent,
could (kant) kelp dissolve barnacles
of sea sonned gunk),
asper thickly congealed


encasing this laughable
antithesis of hullo kit ting hue man
overweening tricky hunk,
which thought to attempt

skidding row bust humor


as a \"FAKE\" teetering drunk
ken-pro lit tarry hut overgrown punk
(riotously swinging balled fists
way of course), and mine
feeble insubstantial poetic jabs, where


teenage shadow boxer slunk
tis my harmless recourse to peddle
as sway to escape funk
seriously, Aesop hoes,
this personal mockery


wrote for no rhyme nor reason junk
bonded really gluten
free self deprecating
playfulness of course as chipmunk
makes any sense, neither kerplunk

emanating from atop
me notched noggin
swishing with grade A klunk
emasculation par excellence, asper
out thee talking head of this lunk,

whose earlier \"talk therapy\"
every Monday at 2:00 p.m. with preshrunk
kin shrink finds tarnished psyche resonating
analogous to reverberation while spelunk

king in an echo chamber futilely
questing, searching, rummaging...why I trunk
hated living when merely thirteen

this admission honestly haint no bunk!