Friday, March 4, 2011

Rebels to my Rhymes Taste of Appetites: Koch a Koockle Koup


Moderns passed Over for Style
Left without an Answer Inspired
Of Insipid and Infertile Molds Ode
to Poetic Truth which has Conspired
In every Heath and Hate, a Pilgrimage.
Modus without Charms and without Sanction
noncompelled to Profess favor of Worth
sans  a Dictator and without Diction!
That without mass is is mass without That.

You thought I was Passionate unK3ool
Mexican Call Girl back then When Students
for whom I cared a Great Deal, made Tepid
Fires of a Swan once Silenced then Shriek.


3 koch a koockle koup

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