Best Depravities Poems
On the Threshold of Depravities' Door
I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff.
Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff!
I derogate...
Continue reading...
Categories:
depravities, word play,
Form:
Vogon Poetry