Come Hither, O My Unsweetened Latte' Nipple-Phone

an amoebic cellphone nipple decoder latte'
hides inside a cardboard skull stage microphone
broadcasting fitness strophes of sememe-a-tary
blues:

O mercurial amoeba-neural thought pattern trigger matrix,
which and what motherfucking ought have you bought
on the way to the wide-mouthed cat-fish hogon fitness center?

Which ought have you taught
with your telescopic latte'
nipple snake phonics?

Super biggie size
jumbo womba psycho-
psycho-pomp cock-plump
nipple ripple Dr. Doolittle
ourobourous porous coffee-sponge
head, what

dit dot
is you what
to the glot
in the pot
on the sot?

Is it so hot?
Or is the fatty
a hotty on the body?

Is the body shoddy
or sleepy in the snatch?

What thatched soft patch
nico-teen crotch
is the waveless wavuleem,
bee-otch?

Holy grumpinitis!
Cellphones ascend into
submay worminoles...

We sleep
in consciousness,
and our skittering
brain-nipple wannabeam sentient
airhole amoebidoxicaloric
funtasy
is fluming so ever wildy

hither..