Wiggled wrongs in my hip
Stencil lost in desk papers
Didn't fit
Creeps a place to meditate
Cancels a crowd that one blip
Offs my canister
You is reminded
Upstate is a family
Irish not your property
And when I come around
An ice age still in my ship
Mind that attorney

You can't board

Seriously accuse us of no'ing cargo

I row you buckled up
Waits for an aisle
On prop since birth

Covet thy allowed grey now

J.Mercury in a file cab on Broadway

Repeal that swiss
Ship that foamed
Capture all scones
Give it a vowel
Free it from the syndrome

Heed the twitters