when excavating demons you excessively salivate; and then become self-conscious asking for a hanky to sniff into.*

a simplicity of language
beckons death to be nearing -
and if not taking
then vainly empowering -
lost in a photograph,
to no of the two claims' avail -
no wolf ****** what the she
already does; oh come on,
here the man, here the Zeus ****?!
cos' that's what it loos like!
******* the **** of a cow to get the cool.
you missing a ******* from the Albert Hall?
huh?! ******? let me chisel one into
your ball-sack so i can feel the proper rattle.