an in-reverse onomatopoeia,
or rather, onomatopoeia
is how poets speak baby
to god before the waves
and the whirls of tornadoes
in tango...
who said man's words
ever compliment the already
void, hunting a labyrinth
in a cul de sac?
            man and no number
the man with a pair of
two left hands,
parasitic Vatican and:
    fascist libra foetus mafia...
fake... I don't want to
pay alimony before she
decides to have an abortion...
I'd start with petting
animals before raising children,
and, respecting your mother
till... you thirst for women
no more...
      hardly...
                what part of
"share the love" which isn't
share the misery is supposed
to be a Defoe invitation
by request, of Friday?