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Wintervistas vitrify from the outside. Likewise, ectoentad encroached the psychosocial frostbite, the conveyorbelt of qualia the pushupbra of propaganda; bruited snooty God omnipresent daddy of all NIMBYs. All that incoming removed distal news kibed me into a thalidopus monk.
Zampa di elefante on the keyboard, decayed beyond a criticalsituation.
Samsara spider, laughingbuddha abdomen that Doctoroctopus's docker's omelette ambertrapt.
Octo-Atropos did achopof mooredlimbs problimbs chitterlimbs, left an acolousbido, anthropomorphic monocled ******* l/ Baronvonstrucker's dastardly costard, an empirinik ball of no bearing.
Bittersweetly breathing Thing- addams in pilliwinks, nullified l/ a wiseman w/out Wikileaks.
Vitruvius De- milo ,who struts l/ an armoire, falls l/ a stone.
Petit legume puce w/ bourgeois bruises in a black lagoon benefits backroom.
Analogue saprobe 21st Century Life firewalled l/ Fritzl's tamagotchi.
Hamlet in his equivocastraitjacket, yet also inarticulate.
I'm not going anywhere in this condition; I can't stay l/ this. Not even some strong stump of headless elanvital am I. The point, the point is squeamish.
However, when my love is not welcome, I don't cease to stand a fight. I demand where I invest. But I have my ego tuned to know when it's not worth any struggle anymore. **** boy, you lifted me up and spurned all those butterflies with your touch of lips, and now you are nowhere when I need you the most. I should be able to understand that. Be it that you are simply a coward and that I was blinded or that's denial from my side, maybe. Denial of the evidence of love not being able to carve the same in you. I should have been awake. Awake when your lies mesmerized and dosed me with the temporary pleasure. Now my skin is thick. It had the temperature riot. I may not forget the pain and cry from time to time but I will learn to survive all those li'l heartaches that kills me soft. I will move on. I will smile and greet another stranger. I will win in love and life.
There once was a man named Beowulf Who was fiercer than a demon or werewolf Except that he had a flaw A dragon made him mortally sore This prologue is prophetic To the ending of this epic So I’ll tell you more
Beowulf made his mind up at twenty-three He would race his friend to swim across the sea But fighting many sea monsters is quite trial Beowulf only caught up in the final mile
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Breca nearly beat him He managed to defeat him But he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up in his head He would battle Grendel until one was dead But even though his strength could cause a lot of harm Beowulf only severed Grendel’s left arm
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find Though Grendel he had saddened Beowulf wasn’t gladdened And he would make up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up then and there He’d **** Grendel’s mother in her watery lair Although the angry tarn-hag had put up a fight Both monsters were beheaded that very night
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He took a child and mother Like Cain had killed his brother But he had made up his mind
Beowulf made his mind up when he was old To slay a raging dragon of whom he’d been told But Beowulf couldn’t deal with the dragon’s fire And he was later burned atop a funeral pyre
Poor Beowulf, fierce as a werewolf His equal would be hard to find He once was a great hero And now his worth is zero But he would make up his mind
A parody song/poem I wrote a couple of years ago when studying the Beowulf epic.