Butter
Pardon my parlay
but I haven't invested
or infested the time to
infiltrate or be a tart
only because
sweet tarts are much
maligned
for tempo of mandible
treatment
and cavities of the
soul
so when the schucking of skin
begins again
I'll wish for corn syrup
splashing all over
your wheat husk
I am diabetic.
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