poet2rhyme4tommorrow
Anger
quaffing caustic acidic ale, a prankster did stage
analogous to raging figurative fire of rage
within my belly – riven asper spinal binding
ripped from every book marked page
caw zing quite an ache – fiercely teas sing
curative panaceas sans
almond sunset, chamomile, osage
tea, yukon try grabbing with all your might,
even enlisting Strain gauge
in tandem
with a bunch of bootlegged banshees
freed from their cage
as last resort drafting electric eels,
shocking quite astute
accompanied by
jack and the Giant beanstalk golems to boot
or tiger (perhaps named Tony,
mean to the bone, but...oh so cute
who dwells in a tony neighborhood),
swishing tail (Nike like),
and held up ala playing the flute
an unseen hellacious, ferocious,
or outlandishly jowly, egregious beast,
who expells offal asphyixiating
from a moon unit sized Glute
yea, I could also allude to some flying dragon,
who gives nada ha hoot,
somehow remotely controlling to ram into ewe,
these high speed U-Haul trucks
combine all the above scenario,
aye know really sucks
which gagging induces
the worst instance of reflux
the sum total would,
only feebly meet Karma credit rating as de luxe
approximate the onset
of red hot enflamed ducks
(my apologies to PETA, Paul, Luke...),
they madly flap wings, yawping beaks,
vis a vis on par withque clucks
clan – Whew...only then
(after paying yee a million bucks
please keep on the que tee i.e. hush)
regarding this soupy poetic fabrication
bravely bursting buttucks amucks
thus haint wise to mess wit me
lest cha wanna split high knee
a fate worse than death
with hen whoops ipsy
daisy excuse em moi
faux zee pas impairment via this Gypsy.