God laughed Its ass off.
But lucky lucky lucky composite of notable ear.
The insistence is pure "blue" theater.
Sexual, yes, blue in nominal quotes.
If I individuate I acknowledge gender.
The object is a valise states the poem.
The poet states the object was a valise was the poem.
An orphan opined aloud, orations
Of disaster to funnel cloud thinkers.
It distorts one view in the form of another.
I picked up mimosa from her lap,
Was struck down by collateral bombs.
God! In Its soap dish upstairs!
Lingered the mind of hoopla downstairs!
Her hand the mimosa.