(for the 'dada! i need some help with my poetry' competition)
pleb, defend this mundane campus tabloid!
a sandpaper Venus of questions distilled:
‘discipline or narcolepsy?’
any acrid gesture exhausts that quandary!
the analogue polygots ostracise the pursuit,
and an iron lentilist laughing
through a fatuous rendez-vous, squabbles:
'bourgeois frolic or glass amoeba?'
hold in on that wesely ghost through manilla
ganglands! because some nubile apparition
creeps over dominoes with a fudge epitaph.
quench the onion’d orifice
with this erudite consolation:
a polka’d elbow fountain,
avenginging the heart.
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