Crossbreeding Crumbling through the bastion fields A doe did cross a pecking field Men of mad decrees finished off yeast Yeast was the beginning of fitful Parisian years Trembling college towns had no clue The fall was about to hit their plagued fields So many of the greasy oxen play over my mind now A channeled Pan-Spermia coaxes my loins Into remembrance and from creaky future plots If Chanel is to be her wife than Chanel Leaves no wonderment behind Sifting through this tragic lye, sifting on parlor games Ezekiel won back his pride But traded in his lust for what the yen was trading for Planes full of geisha models flourish beneath some heaven skies Trains full of mad truckers, ferry their rage across State lines in the early dew dripped Morn’ If ever my skull should crush May the first piece be brought to you, Chanel Gold chest with it inside, you will fly Pleasure was contained within my scrotal Mystery kazaam blue light Bobbi Starr is a reality, a nightly demon Reality for tired, bored businessmen that trade fabricated binary bits The chapel struck a silver chord Full of zeal, vigor, and cheesy over tones If ever my steak cheese virgin lives Now would be the time for her to remember me Madness scrawls, crawls, and hides in dusty attic walls Tasting of its bitter pill, your fill will weep forever more Lions live on motor oil Lizards live for the evening news Systematic stranglehold, never did I freely choose Poetry for slain babed picking fires Shrouded in some melon husk If throwing balls of platinum Risks the sister’s brother’s din Tongues full of glue, peppered with pleasurable hue Never thought I’d find my way here Now here, still not bare, but becoming More like a pinup Fraud Catnip for the party hall Cats are finally driving me out The final test of liberty, Cats are driving me out
