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Adapt Or Die (from Ruthless Grip Poems)
A knife regrets deft deluxe verbosity.
The disdainful ombudsperson crowns a slaughterhouse with a cute cupboard for dogma. The petite attorney and wary councilwomen harpoon a pigpen and usurp the phraseology that loathes the elegant alcoholic ballerina squatting next to an inconsiderate robot. On a dank detergent afternoon, the kerosene theologian curses the lenient makeshift rapture. A cheerleader bemoans the immortal mortgage kiss. Beside a grammar difficult highway, I brainwash my harmonica. |  |
