Rod Taylor Is Wondering.

The rule of man is so
Marilyn Manson as if
Ranu Mukhergee
had been dry-hopped.

This stew is fading, and the
hopping of any odd Dehli-ite
is fading.

Look, the rule of man,
as if Stellan Skarsgård
would say "Aight" and "Wong"
according to the tradition
inherent in such tings.

The fame of A, of G,
of laborious optic methodia
give the aqueous momentary
safffron ape tassle a faux donkey
upbringing (A Golden Age.).

What can its yule assert, this
hat of water turning
purple, within
the rule of Ranu,
you narr, or
pimping lunar ewe. as if
a were-sheep Siva
were wearing
any sort of Rod Taylor, A
Samurai Rod Taylor Pimp Diplomat,
for instance (with arching water)~
or as if Wayne Koestenbaum
had seen me on Wikipedia
saying, as if any kind of possession
were anything other than one kind
of possession, what?

As if being possessed by wikipedia
were just like any person in Mombai
might have their finger tapping in your chest?

What is an enormous free database
of organized proteomics research
scanned by a frog fetishist?

Do you think 3 drainages have fashioned
something like Marilyn Manson, something
so obviously to do with
the rule, and the ruling
by Ranu?

Rod Taylor is wondering.
And also a possessed deformed
police informant is wondering.