As if ninety seconds feeble thrusts
from soddened sad chipolatas could
cause quakes or move mountains lest ascent
cloud five much less lead a liberating rush to cloud nine
dare not in mealy-mouthed spat blame maidens who seek more
be it from same or other or multiples undeterred by conventions
look at the drippy quick draw metro men all trousers no mojo super
those emotional stunted ninnies who compensates their shortcomings
by name callings and bullying to hide their inadequacies and small stuff