an avant-garde
made just for mommies
and daddies
a revolutionary front
made for drunkards
and fools
a language made
for wee-wees
and tuckusses
and a sneeze
made for
whoever you pleez
goodness me
goodness me
I put up a pylon like a tree
a spiral membrane into the sky
a replica of a brain (all intestine-like and inflatable)
a wholly perfect invention like a club [insert quote from Arcades Project]
and good for high altitude parties (see aerodynamic tricorne hovercrafts arriving)
mostly
the uncreatives
are violent, staid,
witty, or plaid
they give out onto magnificent
green plazas of bocce ball
where long white clown shoes
speak Italian like horses made of
blowtorches
how many statues
do you think I can think of
in an hour
how many worlds
could I have made
If I were
OGGODOONOGGIN
WITH HEAVY BRITCHIN'
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