Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I lurk around in here alone
sad-ass droopy do-tell
metamorphing frivilosity
surrounding orgasmic spite
expounded in words I can't forget
enveloping jargon
mish mosh of authenticity
gone terribly awry
smoldering ponitificator
oozing orator
spitting platitudes and platypusses
not a semicolon in the bunch
radish of delight
rosey red outside
inside bland white
should be the other way around
inside out
sorry sandwiches
spread so thin
you can hardly taste the mayonnaise
of promises within
Composing delirious visions
the word swirl
could almost make
the girl
swoon
reach for the moon
before vomiting
her eyes out
Oh Shakespeare!
she swore
taking delight in the fact
she could have said shit
but didn't