Where ate you.
I reckon it was pieces of the sightseers
Exploding out of my imagination.
Six senses envision their lonely immortality.
Fingers and foes rigidly defeated, soon
Disposed of as hollow shells.
The negative spaces resulting
Are filled by sharp metal queefs.
Authorized pastries on the podium.
Just added sympathy unfolding wits and wizardry.
A splash of guilt, explaining things is gizzardly.
Through combinations of maternal blood
And paternal sperm, an enormous navel
Bleached of any intelligence
Patterns itself with allusions
To a rainbow.
Extradited leopards sleep in conclusion.
Penis, headless ham.