Not bathing in the semen pits.
Terror from below my fingernails.
Crying profusely in a gasoline can,
is the elf that smiles upside-down.

Asinine words that fall like crumbs
onto a ceiling most delicate.
Takings pills to allieviate transgressions
are the doctors and nurses of late.

Dolphins frollick in acid pits,
squealing in dermatological delight.

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