Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...Put the conch shell
at your ear; the
sussussingscreams
for Her impoisitioned
Underdwellers

The Bar BQ,
the baldwinded crown
the Wingsman wearing unwearily
unshod fetaledfeet
adangle-aflip-flopped-ataptappin'
Oooh, Ohh, Aahh...! unsavery Drippin'
in chickenbanditdelight!

Now,
Dusty graduates
to
Plastics', undoing?
Yea, all-the-way
to
the Bankloft,
for
AmeriKorp,
the
O'Covert grip
on
Egalitarian prowess'
Weaponry reverence.

1001 Arabian Flight
too, too many (too much!)
Nay, nay...
Just another
Unjust Spectacle, see?

The
Petroilobile comes,
You choose
the
Speed Limit - 33 l/3?, 45?, 78? -
and
Just for the Record
what WE might have Been?
Will
Never Be?
Too-too late
to little to
Turn-the-Tables?

On
Warr-Bucks!,
Daddies'
Adventured Others' Space
Maced-mace,
Gimballed Weepons...

It's a tilted Painting,
the
Fighting...
Of semi-permeable
MenBrains
through the Sea of Glue...
.
But, hey
The Recipe?
It's ALL You, in the Source!

H.e.m.
6.7.MMviii
(Raptus Regaliter)

An epicurean delight of savory stature.

John

But that's what we're supposed to do,
y'see....
Graduate, have a bar BQ,
and then go steal some money
or fight a war or something.
Seems honorable enough to me....