Maskuclinical

Culture does not proceed
like a car with ethics
as its clean and efficient engine,
but more like the seed
of the Proboscidea, or
Devil's Claw, as pulled
like a sled by flightless
nude bat-things, their
tortured psyches branded
with one single thought,
which, though unvoiced,
like a Freudian drive, goes:

BY HOOK OR BY CROOK

Man is slovenly
in the nth degree
like a glittering
worm which sparks
in the funch of the
phen, drawing the
eye down to the
schitzering stinger:

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