of the mysterious chasm,
in the gaping maw
of crazy ectoplasm:
You are elusive.
And I curse you!
You are a moth
on my lantern
(of truth)
You are the froth in my soup!
A residue
that my spoon won't scoop!
And I am still hungry!
You elude pursuit
like a rodent
flees
from the owl's hoot.
But I do not waver!
For I am prudent as hell.
So let it be known,
mysterious phantasm,
that I have a mark on your head,
and I will grind your bones!
Rest assured
you little turd
that one day
I will
get
to the bottom of the bowl
in the bottom of my soul
And you will be dead!
Oh mysterious phantasm,
of the mysterious chasm,
in the gaping maw
of crazy ectoplasm...
You are a most
stubborn
of delicacies.The crazy phantasm of mysterious ectoplasm is elusive!?
sounds like a lot.......
......about life.....
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