Ammo, Amess, Amutt
Ammo, amess, amutt, ammonium, amantis, amammal.
Hey, wait a section, a momentum, a millennial, a neon!
Whoa! Hold your Shitlands, Sleepnirs, Pretzelalskis, Secretarials!
Just slow down and up! Take 'er easy and hard! Cool-aid it!
What gives? Takes? Vas is Ram Das? Qué pasta? Quelques Dr. Scholls?
What's going on here and coming off there? I ask, tell, my waking selves.
From whence and whereth hath cometh this arcade conjugalization?
After all, my putatative "study" of forked-tongue Pig's Latinate
(If you could undignify my "Omnia Gall Bladder est" with this emphysemism),
Which, for five imperfectly miserating years, I successfully flunked,
Occurried nearly six deck-AIDS ago,
When the six-hand-and-foot-five hunchbag ogre of Odor Dane High,
Hanniballs Ceasar-Salad-Section Dumbnerix, with a stern, faceless gaze
Every bite as implaqueable and inscroteable
As Mary Shelley's Ozzy-and-Harriet-Mandias, in-Tiny-Timidated my puberty.
All I can unmagine, infathom, expectorate on, guestwork at
(And, in the processed cheese, abuse the use of two propositions),
Is that this mourning of my seventy-first birthing day,
I must have LOOVE on my mind's Jumbo-frank-tron blood-plasma screen,
And it must be dizzling my heart's Timeless Squared, with Viagralglobins.
Could it impossumibly be that I'm about to be seduceated by Afrodykie,
B-, C-, and D-guiled into following her, on a wild-goosed odd-ditty
Far more treacheral, periluscious, his-and-her-oic, epicalitical
Than that chase enraged in by Walk-Off Homer's Useless-Sissy,
Or end up and down (instead of turning back home, safe, to Unhipilium)
Strandled on a sandy aisle, impopulated by a tripe of naked maidenheads
Waiting to voluptionously radish my fresh, pubescinal flesh,
I being the only manroot ever to have landed on their shortlines?
And maybe the ammo-amess-amutt conjugal is just a senior momentum,
Reminding me that my age-old spiritual isn't not yet a tabulating Rasta.
04/17/12
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