A Cloister for the Mountain Oyster

not on Blood’s turf;

the sands on which those Christians built

get the kill just before gulleywashing;

sick lil oddling

he pee but not furiously

the Wholly Kiss PossumPaul sed this

but sickling lets the sucklings

swaddle in the Shroud;

BUT

Butt Nothing But

a sick’s widdle Cloister

hid away from H;

there be Balm in Bomb

but far from radio active

Puke that Dukes puke

full of Buffet Buffoon

SAVED so eat again

those without Sinn

He dun then widdle since

hideaway unto the Day

Sunburns’m

v. lynn sissy 5.12.2020