Squash someone
into the arms
of a lesser
pissy-key-a-tryst,
and you’ll find
no lack of
embalming
ingratiatory
measures.
Category: Quick Bites
When I just have to get something published, dammit.
Bub
“Flick of the litter”
is what I said to my marmelstreusen,
that most genuflecting
of all marmalade pastry alternatives
to the average bear’s
amount of gnarled bark.
If you had trouble following that, I wouldn’t blame you. The above content was written by a computer algorithm designed to prioritize buzzwords and randomness over all other particular variables, with a penchant for losing itself in syntactical dross from time to time (occasionally inventing words based upon various pseudolinguistic principles).
That was a lie.
I am a human, and those words
were composed organically.
Joke’s on you, bub.
Smorgasbord
Smorgasbord:
The Tortoise Scored
Morgan:
Lord of Cold-Rolled Gourds
Corgis:
Understated Hoards
Morty:
One-Ups Mushroom Spores
Iron Ore:
“We Forge Your Swords!”®
Patron
He was a motor-mechanical anti-mathematical
(some kind of patron of the arts).
Never did much
besides pass the time
with a chicken named Harvey
(a fowl alcoholic).
They’d drink and squawk
about the most mundane, asinine things
[and they loved it].
Doorstop Dog
Doorstop Dog,
you reminisce about childhood
a lot.
That strawberry milkshake
between your paws
looks mighty delicious
on a hot April morning.
Out of Line
Braggadocious surrogate behavior
ties real-time stomach knots
in this observer. Either
buy that croissant
or step out of line, lady.
O Splendid One
Pierogi sentience
will cost you more
than just a roll of nickels,
o splendid one.
WHARVED 