I Once Knew a bitch from Cali
Which thought it could look Down On me
In Stormy whether it blamed my licker
But pure was I even beneath her.
The profaan however saw only
Their own taille in myopic hindsite
A Handsim reward for their eyes aight
A bad poem for that which make might.
Its Scorpion's haunch I welcomed
Unbecoming of all it had vacuum'd.
Affectionate praises I petted
But red is worn only by Venom,
So though I saw beauty in my beauty
It dimmed with the call of a willful
And because it gave me no mouthful
It swallowed a moth & a bottle,
And left for the hills & the grotto
To drink of the pills of Mofato,
Oh Hot O,
The Seer Forgotto.
- The Junkyard Robotto
Well Train'ed Ain Vetted,
And now no more Numbed, nor wetted.
Just a shoddee poem about a redwood.
What is trash I shall no more call trash.