1. Delivered in sinnerspeak through a grid of zipper teeth, and loose lips—each fleein rat plugged a different leak. First-class middle seat...the lows with the highs. To be frank, beef’s only worth a Polish and fries. Quasimodo a rhyme, my name chimes at a higher pitch. Unseen, pricey gifts treated like a pint of piss, in designer print the spitting image of pirate pimps, The pyre lit--they just need to find a witch, or a scientist. Livin at the bottom of a bottle when the lightning hit.
