chicken here Lo evenings time Rolling through smelly of a
firefly laughs and subtly explodes oh my, that's, that's my toes Twas
Brillig and the slithy toves The trees of life are dripping with
blood-stained dew. The electrons bounces around between the freaks Beyond the
shady shadows there's little else to do It's been doing that for
weeks except to flap my arms and utter a coo I never had
This poem's going the wrong direction, please cut. cut. CUT.