A charm type thing,
Chin tucked and fetal
In a fidgeting palm served
Backhandedly the gaudy and the game,
Bearing almond ballads sealing
Enveloped crashes that call
Error only and only at the apex —

Send it over!
The donor, the coroner, the serve

Get a load of this —
Cyanide and benzy
Deem it immobile and unlucky,
Then drop it where it’s jammed
Twist out the backlash and the proof
With that hundred dollar rubber,
Salt off your poison strategy-threat

But here it is
A desolate grid

The injury is mitigated
After choking in the womb