Boom pow- gazook... Yo man.

The bacteria are hopping around on the wire,
Flamboyent as picnic-ing pieces of jello,
And there are there are ink wells marrying fire
And there is a minute glass fellow.

A ramshackle pike who has a flobberworm,
And a hilbilly sword who likes to clean,
And i made a net of stardust that's warm,
And I'm getting hypothermia touching its sheen.

Flabbergasted windows feed on holes,
And certain fragments of wind slam heads,
A dude is atomic poles,
And a piece of rambunkshus bed.

What a strange aray of things,
And many demented people too.
And confusing are the murmurings,
Of the people who people who read with you.

The End

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