The State of Old Lines

Man

  He came from bitter dark to slay hearts

  And quietly replace working organs with clay parts

  To freebase murk with jerks and hurt more again the fae-barked

  To simmer darts with tin traces, win races and chart farts

  Moreso he laces, paces, lurking more than he preys on marks

  From coarse places, he screams stasis and hearts a flock of mock-winged larks

  Like blistered loan sharks, he lays silence on gilded harps

  Scissor-born and stark, his gaze unsettles, infarcts

  And disgusts even the most skilled of tarts. His every word barks

  Builds fear into the grassy parks of narcs as he merrily dives

  Into endless pits of sharps. He scarily jives, reciting psalms under mighty palms

  Amid chaos he fairly thrives

  It's the biting calm that he barely survives

  His demeanor is brittle and brunt as he launches meaner stunts

  His spittle is lumped; he sputters and hunts mothers and runts

  His trunk is as thick as his transmittal is blunt

  He bunts with a sickle and spelunks plumps

  He confronts tickled chumps over bloody pickles and fickle rumps

  He grizzles and grunts at ruddy chunks of hunk punks

  He drizzles on drunks as he mutters of punts and stutters up, stumped

  He jumps and he fronts, belittles and pumps, over-stunk and under-thunk

  His riddles trump the sump in his gutter; his grumps unbuttered for once

  His commital is shrunk, his love is bitter like mud, a-quiver like timber

  His litter is limber, shunted to bigger clumps instead of a lingering dunce

  He fizzles in dumps, his acquittal is bumped, he's chiseled and flunked

  He brings affront like a monk debunked, he's a little bit crunk

  He fiddles with funk for split wills and junk, fit pills and skunk

  He twiddles and thumps his bunk

  He critically humps and waits for the middle of the month

  His griddle is gunked from scary skits with spunk

  His sizzle is merrily sunk

  His eyes are brown and black like loam

  Uptown attacks the down and whacks around his stones

  His pupil aground spews unbound, content to lounge with feudal clowns

  In beauteous gowns on which sequins abound

  His sleek surrounds and unsequences sounds

  That sing of secrets to scrounge from the sinister underfound

  Sequestering renown from sister-spinsters unshuttered, unbrowned

  He lists cysts, shrouded in mist, rundown by his sadistic bliss

  Which hovers and fists to the wrist, astounds for semesters and blisters ministerial treasures

  He rewound soliloquies unround and hissed infrequent frowns

  He chows down and re-tints the grounds administered by hounds

  Who pet cooth and take ten pounds

  He's a kept moose who leapt aloof and slept on truth

  He schlepped a poof for reps and food

  He's bereft of mood and oozes attitude

  Like shrewd crude dudes who brew broods and crawl to fluster

  He's a muscle-guster and trust-buster who brings brooms

  To brawl brusque husks and buskers, boom or bust

  His crust looms tall, tombs and all

  As his blooms do fall from rust and gall

  The ape apes crates and attacks flakes with rakes

  Onlookers gape as he traipses, rapes his scrapes and becomes fellated bait

  Long hookers bake his slate rod and belatedly place sod

  His grace is greatly flawed; his bile is grog; he berates god and scares mates and mods

  He skates and he nods, on grates, over bods, up late he trods; he faithfully maws

  His fists are paws, his wrists are wastefully raw, his visage wraithfully thawed

  He hastefully paused, painfully caused and hatefully applaused the breaking of laws

  His trysts are jobs; he's pissed at knobs as he gobbles gobs of faking yobs who crisscross saws

  He hobbles blobs for pots of rot and malted Scotch; faulted mobs launch his raunch

  And ensconce his rep in fonts; his pace-full march is staunch

  His haunch amid tasteful paunch bleeds hearts; his skeeze sparked; his fleas barked

  He mace-fully taunts those thoughts that he haunts; his sleeve harked as his weave darked

  He flows and traces over lines we marked

  Wry teeth with gaps a mile wide; smiles weak, highs cease

  His life is unmeek, every biting wipe a wild ride in a poor night's sleep

  Pecs flex like fluffy fleece, while words drip like a white wine creek

  Lies clean fly and teem from that mouth whose eyes preen like pre-teen pine

  For the niece of a lean wife shy and sly, issuing a hex of sex, stylishly high

  He uses high beams when low heat seems hi-tech and has ample sheen

  Farmers tremble and sigh, sample beans and scamper free to shudder and cry

  At the wink-brained giant with the animal mien

  Who, think-lamed, tramples fields of rye, ragged leeks and jagged beets

  In thick boots and staggered feet, he seeks wheat

  Amid maggot meat and brambles that furiously feel of lye

  His spleen in shamble-themed, his soul in ramshackle manacles that purely peel his cry

  He's on a week's retreat with freaks, a fantastical sabbatical that would surely steal one's high

  And drain drinks dry; his bastard tyrannical master fears to fly and casts free or die

  He culls weak and light half-dullards with botanical plaster and healing sight

  Under bleak skies, the beaten thrive faster, like a Satanic panic over fate and granite

  Or math-mulling coloreds filling flights full and fuller

  He rights lefts like bulls growing bolder as his hull blows holes in dolor

  He's the sole soldier, the scalded sculler soldering sordid solar sores, sojourning unscored

  His cohorts suborned his stubborn scorn

  And turned his mind too far, too gone, too scarred to sound dumb

  He sagely barred himself, wage-free and marred

  His flu sang songs and rang long

  He's slain throngs as his unknown fangs did done wrong

  But at heart he's just a mule, his hard a shard

  His must a fuel, his trust untouched

  His bust is much too cool

  His lack of lard is just a card we whitely drew

  He lightly sussed the gust of muck and fussed fully cruel

  He can lustfully cuss rust, luckily bejeweled. He muddles his musk and schools tightly

  He's a bold husk, mite-free, mighty, who, told, does, spitely, a versatile tool, heightly

  His coal dust brightens hues lightly and fills a purse with curses, verses mired in rules

  When pointed at a wire duel, he can kill in ones and twos

  Any pill would do for his murderspired school

  He's no longer filler-drool, hired to be a dire blurter and fool

  For we who spill his noodle and nill his doodle share blame

  Like the unfairly framed, he's mentally lamed, we honed his strain

  And trained his name, merely tolerated his sane, the kindness of Cain

  The evil he buys next then should be slain

  Freelance gain, sold high, his flames formally fried

  His limited mindness, normalcy feigned

  We could never let him try

  On the far-flung reaches of Chesapeake beaches

  He swims in bleaches with sand fleas and leeches

  Grins chapped sea-lips at brackish waves
of secrets

  His sins rap keylets as he slaps his way through teachers

  Widdershins up American heaters, his grit traps leaflets

  He beats down bitter sleepers who scream jeepers

  He slings smack, crack and creepers at weak whack packs of weepers

  His eyes leak tacks in racks, bloodshot peepers like roughshod lemurs

  His semen reeks of bare flaws and lacks

  His sweat of hairy hocks, hot hacks and tough-rod cleavers

  His skin teams with tats under jackets of flack

  As he grows ever meaner and diminishes his tact

  Towards the bacned slacks who lust for hackneyed stats

  Our stacks of bat-saddled rats strum slack-key

  Belching blowjobs for sleek-beaded hats with no chattel calling

  He seeks beetle pollen as he brings wide lats into battle

  Swiftly-hauling, ever the deathly rattle

  The skedaddled heifer's baffled, coffee-trawling

  Better cattle than decaf hassle, softly galling risk-free

  One thing's for sure, briskly mauling a trick knee strictly

  With the wit of shit tea, he'll never tattle on that meerkat castle

  Listfully fallen through mist, bully bawling fiddle-faddle

  He fears that vassal's withered riddles will saddle shadows

  As the middle paddle burns, he leers razzle-dazzle

  To hide his inner tassel from white men with thinner assholes

  He's a firehose of thuggery, the scared-fun paragon

  Of unmild mean-muggery and child-free luggery

  His pliers flow green and ruggedly, he uncoddles unhuggily

  In wired snow-cages, he's muddled and mumbly

  Humbly fed yeast noduled-humbuggery

  Feasting liars of chuggery know the ease of his beast module

  Teaching fondle-buggered sluggery

  Muckily-mired toes are the least logical end-result of his atypical teen tuggery

  He drudgily sires stumpy sows and sundry weeds in buyer's rows, reaping street druggery

  Nuggery overgrown with the ridiculed needs of tired winos and pitiful thieves

  Like a mage of mired woes or a sage for aspired modes, he runs free

  He's chronically tonic-full and lumpy, conjugally dumpy

  With bladed feed, ironical and funny, for fired foes

  Who wheeze comically and runny, and wave tired blows moronically unsunny

  On a stage for all the world's rage and sleaze chronicles

  In a wig of follicles,