swish,
morons!
The smoking man swears never to spit again
To keep the smoke inside never to shag a snarl
The grimace I will never comprehend.

A bliss,
chirons!
The snake girl swings on money penny trees
Then falls and dies in FF motion
The holy despair my mother used to enforce.

The libel,
neighbours!
Tatiana has tragically abandoned any last effort
The transplant of Pagonov’s heart successful
He is alive anew, at this point I flee.

Christos Rodoulla Tsiailis

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