Sperm a countless term
Like the speed of light
Get ova it’s a novena

Concern
Maybe lost cause
Of Conflict

I Googled Toyo
Ears blind eyes deaf
Cat has more sense

Go, ogle
On the internet
Whether supple
Or upset

There are images
Serene
Or scrimmages
Obscene

It shrinks
The world
And stinks
Of the hurled

Insults
Fostering
Tumults
Yet bringing

Ranges of
Information
Maybe proof
Of reconciliation

Where in overflow
Of information
Peace might grow
A situation

Where all view
The next interpretation
And then grew
The next realization

Cemeteries
Are a warning
Somebody did
Better than you

Would you spend
So much
To announce
Forever

Your role in life
And whom you screwed
It's so much strife
But eternal food

You sit in dirt
Eventually tossed
By a future skirt
Whom by you divorced

Why then dust
Looking to a new day
When you must
Into the atmosphere spray

You are eternaly laid 
Into a jail
Where debts are paid
And excuses fail

我迷路了
在網上
記憶被拋棄
無法反映

我看到我的名字
混雜著小丑
無可指責
也不插話皺眉

是的，它是無痛的
想想吧
缺乏當前壓力
他們仍然是狗屎

我怎樣才能離婚
這些白痴
和力
他们要吹g荧光喇叭吗？

I got lost
On the internet
Memory tossed
Can’t reflect

I see my name
Mixed with clowns
Unable to blame
Nor interject frowns

Yes it’s painless
Think of it
Lack of current stress
They still are shit

How can I divorce
These morons
And force
Them to blow flugelhorns?

T’were I to hang around
With Ezra Pound
There'd be a sound 
From an ancestral ground
Faded faces frowned
Fascist fighters resound
Forget this hound
Reject that mound
Of Pound you found
But art tis not bound
By politics that surround
Nor by evil crowned
It's not so profound
People are clowned
Earthly around
Culturally interwound
Easily drowned

Miracle of the flash
Name found in the stash
Whose sins could wash
Avoid tarnish

Could sprinkle
Avoid a wrinkle
Sate a dimple
It’s so simple

The woman cried
All eyed
But would decide
He did reside

In a space
He could face
No disgrace
A proper place

Once more
In a fabric store
No longer lost
Nor emotionally tossed

Down aisles
Viewing styles
Of cloth
Future food of moth

Erring is not
In the plot
But rather
I blather

Back on point
We must anoint
Wielder of shears
For she endears

Memories
And discoveries
Almost mystic
Woven in living fabric