ANY ILLITERATE BUNDLE OF BLOWSY ...

ANY ILLITERATE BUNDLE OF BLOWSY

Any illiterate bundle of blowsy
Can make a noise in a burning tee,
Can kiss the idiot on bended knee,
Can piss itself at the village pillory,

Can proclaim to dawn its egg uncommon,
Can reckon sincerely what the typhlopidae has seen,
Can forsake the principle of tissue rejection
For the sake of its transplanted spleen,

Can, after hours of struggle, positions shifting,
Confusion, embarrassment, legs losing feeling,
Infestations within and without, thumbs throbbing-

Today I woke. I did not conduct below
Wilted rushes and stumped cars a sub Iulio-
Born corpse. I may to you say I don’t know.