Look at my jizzle -
What a man without tackle can do with a speckle and a dazzle in his eye
a bleary-eyed suit with a cock-eyed view
September the eightth brings a straightened view
Seamlessly aimlessly riding out the storm
Killing the ceiling-drag rat as she crawls and lays her eggs
across and about walls, studs and nogs
visceral slayings of the vicious few
Achoo, sneezing like wizened thieves
firing on all cylinders, beating their hearts out
fighting for dear life, killing as she lays her eggs
mandibles clattering by the fence
MANDIBLES CLATTERING RIGHT BY THE FENCE
