SYNTHESIS STRICTLY, STRICTLY NONSENSE | Page 27

the madness There’s an empty missile aimed straight at Washington’s nose. He’s dead as a beaten log but I still spot his rotting toes and his false teeth, well they rattle with rattlesnake rapidity, but what of the hooded man and the porn star’s stupidity? They let the laughing monkey in drag from Hell, escape but luckily, what’s left of the butler’s mouth is still agape. Astounded and mesmerized, spun out by a lonely, bruised fruit, the treasures of Paradise, nude and golden, go down the chute. Forgot a tad of madness, went back to the grocer to pick it up, I guess everything in the whole damn world is worth it now, pup 26