Our Snoring Consumer - Poem by Cretan Maineiac
It's when he's quiet
he's most likely
to strike, biting himself, a crude form of
rumination *qua* ruination. So says his
'book, ' the same
proclaiming 'mind of an 8-yr-old'
('Me forty-four, ' he rebuts, helpfully) .
to sleep off lazy Sundays and
gray Mondays alike, so as to
his nightly rest and recharge
acceptable behavior, keeping
enough to wish he were
motocross & comfort
c/o a Chinese family, produced &
*shenkui* & relentless,
tethered masturbation, asleep
log thru the
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