Fantasy Run On Unsentanced. Poem by Michael Gale

Look at the Unicorny in the cotton fields...
Eatin' up the profits, as fast as it Cannedy

Was shot in a motorcade in Dallas was....
Where J.R. was shot in the shower

Of powerful arms hugged her hips, completely...
His tongue went down to her lips, lips were like cotton candied land

Edward ScissorhandsOME he was notting Hampshired and
Double cross dressed the scumbagged bugged no morals

Of the unfiltered heart, minus any of his younique art
Works under employed and laid off

Of pretentious and pius strictedest imbeciles and
Gregorious vagabonds who robbed and ripped me off.