'Tourette's Syndrome' A Lost Piece Of Work - Poem by James McLain
Verb it is you and the verb
in you is action and more action.
verb, sharp verb, slow verb, verb
coming in your noun is a verb.
be a verb, juicy, verb, verb...verb.
jouncy pounced on Nancy's,
fancy juicy, healthy big fat noun.
prep me, prep her, help me stop it.
administer the conjunctive sharply.
stop but dont' quit, ..stop me not,
help you, help me, faster, harder deeper.
faster and faster, do me, did you.
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