"Sonnet for Satan"

Blue pseudo hologram toothpaste box vying
Strata, carmine, pale bluish-gray
While migrant vultures cruise the ones who die
By a fugitive's lamp the stones themselves go slaying.
O Checkpoint Rhost, there's few big names run big
Cities now; synchronized speed-skating dwarves
Are all the rage. Let the school bus pass
First. A tenor dynasty inchmeal sieves
My infrastructure. King ant pliers force
Capitulation. One less scalawag
Is every ghastly ebon mind above
Two stepped-over olive snails on the raindark sidewalk.
Unbidden panoply of ice-wounds, truck
With other Gilligan. Friday i can't solve.

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