a stitch of skin of rude thoughts and obscene gestures of ****** fingers of smiley lies of cats in graveyards and bleary eyes of ***** misers of the foolish ***** of the four-legged wanton silver tongued and
as the apple
a boy sits and worries after my ugly twin.
"Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo, got lemon juice up in you're eye-- When you ****** all over my black kettle, you must've been so high."