your life is leaning downhill sloping off the outer edge your undetermined oyster beds were found to be a hedge you cause the kids of elmer fudd to feed the farmer whose cadavers filled with onion rings and feet are filled with glue now sinister exaggerator what s your claim to fame is still your favorite ferlinghetti found in auntie maim your alter life is superseded only from above your heart is like a silken sponge that calls saliva love