rotten herb skunk

goodbye, rotten blood, you failed to give me the torch. train of arms with empty faces raising limbs to strike you down. do you best to expose this derission. poems, everybody's written. feet left in the lines march on to grinders waiting for their filthy lives. wrong brick colored educators eat their kids and leave. fat sweet ribbons rush upon your dancing fire. dance, fire, dance! rotten stench of skunk in mouth. love the smell! i see wicked ribbons flushing out the wicked ooze. your fire, your ribbons, your skunk in flames. the dames come rushing into the alleys full of sticky saliva treats. wicked how they roll their bowls in unison across the floor. smoke poureth forth like anaconda ribbons. push rotten herb skunk.