A continuation of assholery

Monads scratch at Lebanese thinkcrocks.
Signifying with significance unparalleled
by the signs of the lusty Queen that princes
observe unseen, every thought a Peter Pan fantasy.

Shocked by a modicum of royal elegance—
dresses swishing and top-caps tipping,
a farce of pithy facades presenting the expected.
The dragons in the basement ignored, but never forgot.

-By Jacob Gehman

Commemorating my return from the dead with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, and shitty poem.

Rickety bedspreads usurp Panama’s cagey claptrap,
fountains flipping pancakes and gusts—
over and under, precipitation of the blusts.

Blanket residue lingers on eyedew liddrops,
classass wonderment at the descriptor’s tainted affair—
a parched perthink of blatant curmudgeonly.

Padded barcell, perchance future foretell, listless godspell,
Little, miniature examples of accented blights—
Manouverment beside tire-flattened bodice of venison.

-By Jacob Gehman