stacked cats roll deep in pleated sheets
between streets of cold, hard, negro dawns
shafted classically in massive cacophonies
strapped fantastically and goin' in hot
on the clock with numbers dropped in favor of names
unblamed strictly for instantly preserved jams and jellies
intelligently splattered across busted yolks on carriage drawn
horses for courses off charted waters where there be
unicorns dressed up for strictly managed capacities
engineered by out-of-work reindeer (in the off season)
stated reasonably by resistors along flow chart inkblots
laboriously freaked in pencil and watercolor
