don’t feed the snarks

let’s begin a brain

      broken english biscuits

open up the inn

      kiss the gibbon’s chin

love is in the hare

      where the rabbits run

rings around the sound

      of your wonky knees

cables overhead

      death is speckled breath

kippers in the mist

      over in the outhouse

down among the clouds

      mooning lunar cheeks

eating chalky cheese

      chasing tales of snails

check the meter’s off

      squawking on all fours

don’t feed the snarks

      donuts after dark

if the whistle’s wet

      when the muse is muesli

seek a greener sea

      pissing up a tree

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