As with his ivory tusk
His padded cup
Extent in court
With rank to sup
To gouge and gorge
In leafy minstrels pants
To org and porg
With talkish bodied chants
The sweat that wets the shapes to talk
The moat of wine on which he walks
Around the castle walls,
the bard in stocks
A floating feast among a sunken flock
All eyes in mounds with pattering hands
vacated use of pearls from clams
Unyoked by sun or wedding bands
A fallow paunch of soft skinned plans
A script for latent heat
In changing hers to mine
Erupting she to he
In whipping plow strung kine
-Apesblood
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