Caricature

The mouth, It enters with a crisp tongue and a spinning pendulum Like a stick-shift on 4 pivots Making its way through a flourishing garden Delicious sounds wisp as smoke through pardons Painting destructive criticism with delicate regard and Proceeding as moth with flame, eyre in eyre and skein in skein Somewhere in the reigns, meaning becomes tangled in the wings As it writes a story of friction The diction of the beginning, end and enduring ambience As was, is, and needn't admit It grips the listening agents and moves to the foregrounds of their lips Roses blush from the insatiable pits of their stomachs Breathing new life its first sentence From the humbling utterances of syntactic structures Modeled as people Steepled in last years words Mumbled and tumbled Before you As The word