When Her Brain Imposes A Tax Poem by James McLain

The small-numbered buffoonery,
is why the teacher short-circuits the circus.
The happy meal it leaves before the smile.
Wheels turn,
But on which it turns your hamster' turns and dies.
Out of all the bubbles, I couldn't find you.
The yellow butter inside the pancake.
slid off the plate.
The cheese switches sides and the cracker slides and falls.
Fisher's Mattel works out your brain, without a body.
Warning: Rather than appearing,
the thing you cannot see is purpose of the mirror.
You couldn' t pour the water from your boots which exclude
the portion from the heel.
It falls from the foolish wood,
hits against all the branches and misses the bushes.
Feed smart, eat less chicken, make more milk.
Doesn' Entirely there is that dog of one off my chain, you are it.
Machine' which she sews; lost from thread, falls apart.
Loops of bashful mixed fruit of complete ball.
Her antenna doesn't receive all his channels.
That belt doesn't keeps passing by all her loops.
Evolution being opposite, can entering inspect it.
His receiver is in a small state she is off the hook.
In the cord/code it is not bound with the wire, shes shocked.
When her skylight leaks a little, he tries her doctor.
During evolutions study his ancestor was in the control group.
The gate goes down,
the light/write blinks, is it's Train coming or not.
Therefore,
as for the light/write bending
and winding there is a denseness around her.
When her brain imposes a tax, he obtains rebate.
Standing in her vicinity, it can inquire about the ocean.
His beverage is from the fountain of knowledge,
but she didn't gargled.
She pulls out a sharp knife but there is no drawer.