Word Salad

Frogspawn in a makeup case,

Don’t deny the solipsism dear, I saw them clowns from outerspace.

Bushwacked closet curtains trailing hem,

Differential sputum is my enemy and no best friend.

Tragedy is wanton and dropped badly in the soup,

Dipped in twice because your nice even in the gloop.

So Socratic in the mnemonics if chalice is your name,

I’d throw a roll or maybe two if I knew it weren’t a game.

Buccolic in the afterlife where robots go to play,

Shame about the shitty plight that none would dare to say.

So cat it up with meow mix blaring,

Sure as hell that rubbernecking dog is still staring.