(looking up from the monumental pedestal)

Oh yes yes sir (looking up from the monumental pedestal)



After he’d flown the coop he began to breed
His feathers racing at dawn when the storms of flirting were spent.

Lusciously he swam in a humdrum unhealthy nebulous orbit of glutæal breasts
Omnivorous plundered among the distraught members of the senile aristocracy
Winnowed their contrived wealthes as a pixie passing through waves of filthy macaroni.

Went afterward through a purgatory of giant unchronological gizmos
That apace discombobulated his erst ferocious strength.

His preposterous barometric memory coming to roost
At last among the otherly genocided.

Lovelorn the prevaricating bastard at first betrayed a proclivity for predatory oppression
Lumbered with ponderous schemes and an accrued sense of preeminence
He celebrated urbi et orbi with droning histrionics
And stressing the tantrums of sincerely-felt paranoia
The hairy proportions of constructive pretentiousness.

Then immune to wisdom tasked himself with fostering a gangster atmosphere
Through which the pernicious meritocrats could safely engage in the furthering degeneracy of the outdoors
Where the criminally thriving fraternities of fraudsters scuttled the last fallacies
That had kept precariously afloat the previously undebunkable proletariat in its uniform stupidity.

Rummaging through posterity he saw all the autoists up to their polluted gills in substrata of chaoses
Presumably he also saw that “as the nigger entered the castrated nazi”
And “hunger permeated the tropics”
The massive demonizing of eroticism incontrovertibly followed suit
So that all doorways became borders beyond which into a new jail forthwith were you framed
Whereupon of course better steroidal curios and a swarm of extraneous other doping gears galore
Further persuaded the inconsiderate featherbrained to suitably comply.

Plus added verities too long now to report plus then bound to be impugned by the slanderous adversary
Whose verdicts however verily stink stank and have sempiternally stunk...

Prone to etceteraize the sloven monocrat never gave precedence to the sphere
But supreme practitioner of destiny oratory
Rather to the foreseeable galactic anger
And above all to the quite traceable much annoying garbage the doomed same sphere
Having entirely surrendered to the lure of extreme consumption
Now then properly poached
Acceleratingly had for centuries been leaving behind in its wacky race toward fiery extinction.

He’d become, as plainly seen, a jocular moribund the while urinating ingrained pearls
Of self-perpetuating irrevocabilities.

Drowned in a tub of merdant dejecta sedulously produced by his own sanctity
His demise afforded his too often unfortunate followers ominous lodes of mirthful commentary.

Buried with nary an honor by supercilious reptiles
A phenomenally mistreated caricature
So warmly and strikingly (and filially!) (nicht whar?) (looky up!) preserved.


[His sundry apparent remarks being hereby selectively recorded
In order perhaps to promote his ulterior canonization where indeed?
All over the sphere surely.

Culled (the analects) by one here presently of them propitiously cursed partisans
The whom I mean the which (voilà cela va sans dire) dynamically rewarded
By monstrous providence with all kinds of virtuous qualities.]


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