There are certain values do keep,
all of us who see it as a woe and yes in terms of weep.
This crept in as a new Monday’s revelation
while I took in a 3 hour sketching perforation,
of my knees locked incarceration of the love of food.
Do bring in the swollen inflammation.
Y is the love of the letter, yet Z doesn’t given
any of this insane quatrain of lines
will not even pertain on a single note.
Aah the dawn beckons.
While I wait for a loving embrace of rain.
When can u speak a truth,
When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.
Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.
An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries
Rohan me a gap,
where all mine were Moira’s.
Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,
only which a precious one ring,
that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.
Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,
Damn you Morris.
If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,
I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood
into that night,
where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,
and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.
The ink ran
while a magnet canned a can of chips.
A pen moved
while a transistor loved its relay to a motor.
Why did the stylus broke apart
when the user can not seen to seen,
only a wallet that was left at the scene.
Opened and broken and not stolen,
yet its contents have nothing but its own tears
from just this year.
Smile me a simile as
would I be a clown
but not a joker.
Love me a board to be
not be as bored although I can make
a cord of those carboards.
Why then like a like when I
cannot even comment as
my own comet be as an irony
to be liked and frowned on.
Could the shoulds would’ve been a can?
Should the woulds could’ve shall be a shant?
Will this tongue be twisted tangled and tango at the same time,
you took my hand and loved me at your breast,
while I became none but your soulless forever puppy;
Because you came to me asking of love and devotion one can only
The Gnome that went home.
Brome a snot lily livered and snot bellied gross Gnome,
got lost among the path of delayed stress syndrome.
He got so stressed his feet grew,
one feet per 10 square inch each time he yells from his mouth none but brew.
All that have had been,
would still could’ve but wouldn’t.
Then thereof than,
never was nor is.
Yet all I should have known.
Were never seen,
when Hurin saw his own.
oh you dearest verb,
of what adjective am I, to use.
in a world of adverb to have not been,
Ahh my love of my grammar that hates all of punctuation.
Where are my paper, pencil and pen.
I see none but this horrid fire of a tablet,
™ XENOphagz, XenoGrapx
while patience drank,
humble wept when one cockroach
went north to the arctic.
“Man, there’s no more room
for me in the wasteland of men.”