schwaing for pimps

 

one yuga as sadoos lipping through a pataverse it stutters over a black stole and  falling down its nodes and runners  meets a louse named alice who inducts it in the arts of sucking and following these secrets says shall you hear a song and sings

 

pornantine bloburgünder primåšotter

bare asster and soul illicitor of sōsəm^*

spangles down a gigolos spliced bannister

on a spanked faintly legal tattooed botəm

 

this escort isnt like the scurrile others

the common rank and fashion of the swelldəm

but an eccentric  a real penis in furs

with his odd own kinkypanky idiəm

 

and so  es hiccus prickius  hed do her

in the old manner of the pervs of sodəm

but with a twist  she had to read von sacher

in latin to up the ante of the thralldəm

 

and so the two plunged far into the obscene

our randəm gigolo and the buxəm pornantine

 

^*primåšotters reputedly a partner

with sōsəm sōsəm llc   her venəm

there is outer not like the escorts inner

but each in its way is a sort of freedəm

 

its called a partial lesson in the schwa

says alice did you like it?

but ım in the lore of lore

and the law of the lessons lost

say the little words

i say the little words

they come to me from sleeps shredded dictionary

i say the light is blue

or i dont like the violet cloth

as if these were the only words i knew

and im in some place for those whove lost the words

where they store the ones outside the proper dictionaries

i could say like those who say the little words say me

for who am i to know who says what or knows or sleeps or says

and if the words that are said have anything to do with i or that

whatever this or this

i wait for the little words that come

and they come until they dont

and i say them when they do