primus
sinister exaggerator
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge  You caused the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose Cadaver's filled with onion rings And feet are filled with glue  Now sinister exaggerator What's your claim to fame? Is still your favorite Ferlinghetti Found in Auntie Maim?  Your alter life is superseded Only from above Your heart is like a silken sponge That calls saliva love 