Polycephaly’s stinking yellowed breathe-s
Corrupt hands stained with nasty nicotine
Two hundred Hepatic eyes
Swig one too many bottles of gin
Swinging in vicious lampoon
Not unlike those
Murderous plunderers who steal
A cat’s last broken life
Scores of invertebrate cowards
Drunken dancers, just tiny virtual
Balloons Swinging in the wind
Swollen selves easily popped
Typhon’s one hundred
Ill-spirited heads so un-coveted
Preying on innocent angels, puppies and kittens
Alas, that heartless serpent vessel now
Zeus Lassoed ~ casting its many ugly- headed
Visage down under Aetna’s most productive vineyards
Existing now only in grisly frying molten spews just
Destined bits of pumiced ash
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WOOOOOOSH, Debora>>>>WHAT A hoot & hollar you've got going here.... It's called 'controlled chaos' & it makes for a sprite, insightful Read, if structured properly....And you have, young lady...BRAVO! ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR