Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Permutation
Well you’ve slid 180 and just
as impertinent. Problem is
those peckerheads at
a roar here. Strange bed-
fellows, as proverb tells.
So? Don’t let them near
the property. For they’re
dribbling and gross where
you’re elegant. Graceful nub
installed in acid core, though,
by your similars. Meeting with
exquisite pastries and them,
you wittily decry reigning as
wryly cerebral in such
a desert of cretins.
Labels: political intellectual, political switch
