and to smack... <br />and don't want you should give it no slack..... <br /> <br />there's a constant deliverin', bloobles... <br />like the bubbles drained down from the noodles.... <br />in the sink, and the brink <br />of the edge of the simmerin' squink <br />has a flavor of multi-sludged gleanings <br /> all awash in a sea of fraught meanings.... <br /> <br />bobie oh-dough... <br />where does it go... <br />over the top <br />is it a crop <br />of crinkle-crimped blues... <br />does it wear shoes... <br /> <br />is it hip <br />does it flip <br />over treetops <br />and is it worth scrip <br /> <br />can't tell if it's freezin' or boilin' <br />with the ludic underpinnings roilin' <br /> <br />but it's here....if unclear... <br />with the metaphors dunked in near beer... <br /> <br />on a beech...owlets screech... <br />.mechronicled drones out of reach.... <br /> <br />in a sub-subterranean flumelet <br />there's a broadly-excusified room, let <br />to interswunk dramafied doom sweat.... <br /> <br />now it's through....whoop-ti-doo....the hooves <br /> have been melted for glue.... <br />yep...it's through...and so hip....so, so hip.... <br />like a faucet that won't cease to drip.... <br />so, so hip......<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/owe-to-hack/
