Start off with a vague phrase.
Something you and only God knows what.
Keep it.
For that be your refrain.
Start off by invocation.
To the forces of nature, trees and spirits.
For they be dildos and vibrators.
Orgasmic causalities.
Let this stanza be disconnected.
No way in sync with its predecessor.
Quote some obscure reference.
For they should know that you be deep.
Or,
For better
Effect create,
A procession,
Of disjointed,
Meaningless
Syllables.
Like a queue.
Will symbolize,
Intellect.
Rape and murder grammar.
Syntax you never heard of.
Wave poetic license around,
To anyone who dare question.
End with a vague phrase.
Something you and only God knows what.
Keep it.
For that be your refrain.
Poop.
