FOR LORNA'S CAMP

I can stand it
til I bake
I can resist Fran
until Andrea

I'm the all-verse slammer-platter
Fick! It's noon!
Let's roll history
under the garden
advertising
her Utah humor

So long to your hem
I bet Okanda
that Okanda would belt
Bert Blyleven
right in the mug

The hem is high on Jalapa honey
men stare and salivate
'til shut
in delta glare
and zen cannibalism
Pomegranate planet rats
have ruined the pavement

in beg we rip
I sold Sam for interstellar duels

Stolen Barron stinky Sharon
Fran Betty have in all
this a Ford Jeep
the sag jag photo cropper
for sale

Now the hem is dragged through
the city
and through Neanderthal skull
stride for tide
The hem hell Barron
Inga makes a car
out of the mist and into
debt the hem says
I slag antiseptic
tingling in my
ass the word is dig
my friend as he scatters hog
and I have some meat

To poem

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