(0.07,  Act O' Poesy)
        
        Luscious justice dictates like a likeable dictator,
        demands i want ta join
        the Inluv In-. For two i deserve ta be jolly 
        jolly, as an epicallyreunited and subsequentlyknighted fugeefam'ly, 
                jollygolden-
        eyed round safe blaze. But who is existenshallowalley allsmile, 
                 dailily mighty 
        alrighty - when basis best is base, shall we be or?                 

        Live and say never again? Never living. 
        Let dr.gun kill the live ball, view
        the world - from russia ta her royale majesty's casino 
        - with the spy moon, the golden thunderraker daylights die? 
                    No, for You 
        who only service a secret tomorrow with love, loved me.
        Your eyes: only twice a man never dies. 

        Answerbecome autoauthentic, positively careless. Like when We, Cee 'n' mee, 
        laugh with one laugh at how shit benjy zepheniah's dubberel is... 
        Gold on the finger is not enough, 
        Clarecliarclyrejane's bond boasts satin quarters for my silkgland-
        edhalf halfsulkworm. Her the half 
        of my favoway that's visible as garb, who's an 'And yet...' as yet of quoping 
            velvet. Yetaround this genericlife oflives, atleasts 
        and summedup deaths? And round me long in half, unhalfy lice inviable 
            as gorgeoisie and proletariafat, gorb limies 

        allthecarbs gorb'llied ta carbums' rolymonopoly. 
        Where death 
                isn't summedup in the leastbit,
                ta be contentwith beingcontent is realistic 
        yesmyLuvbut 
            rememberreal 'real is...' is like th'extrahelping of embellywish-
        ment unresisted by the overblown, who help them-
        selves t'extras, stackingastash of transsnacks on a dish
        and on a plate for silk grub as they bloan on. 
        Bust, crust! And crust busts us, breaks basques,
                cavesinopen casks.