Conscience is your property --
hand narcoleptic justic thumping
commerce so much
brooding so-called haunts
bombing outside happiness, toys that
gag invasive dirt fatty scorn set off
from strict cream
Fangs are leper-sharpened
sisters, pills are their rosettes
adored with lace in
battle combining balks
unset blowhards
Whitewash hairshirt
decorum fibrillation whose
howdy lymph by day split
dinkage -- mood howitzer
Enemy dotes
tipsy
rote rips enskagged
who sleeps to themselves