Fisticuffs in the waning buff

The bubbling pot comes to a head
   what foam is this from rusting lead
Ladder to heaven, saint in a bottle
   lengthy neck for a ragged throttle
Work an hour in work unique
   hand over sweating the hundred Perique
Pearl from Everest in cirrus peak
   now carnal, he first looked meek
Biology abused for moment's sake
   how much blowing can a bubble take
What he chews with he wipes quickly
   stark root one-eye-blind and sickly.

Little rhyme for you caucazoids.


~ by Jeremy on April 9, 2009.

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