Suave, Brave Knight! Lad's Sun lifted from the Kings
Fast-prone be-take adjust to your Bold's End
Or Barker, at least which your Macho sings
Tug-post the Ladies grieve their Virtues spend
Shall I sift your Flour? Else compile your own
Fold and Stir beneath such Dough's Lot about
Or whistle the Dogs; Howl their Silence blown
Feed-off the Bones which cannot live without
Yet somehow, still, restrict Themes to discuss
Purse through Wares involved then reveal his ***
Might as well, be Everyone's Chains concussed
Absorb his Wrongs; Then divert his own Hex.
Makes un-sense, doesn't it? Such as your mind
The Swan's Install; Of Verbs perverted find.