Connect the Dots, Klotz

Connect the dots, Klotz,
connect the obese people
wandering like beers through the
K-side,
Like tears through the old cheers
and cheeks requesting years.

Stack the stats, jack,
infect the complete people,
those with nothing new,
pile them like gomers,
goobers on the clerk parade,
clucking, stunting, haloing pomade,
the credence, the shampoo,
the ragu sign freckled with
bee stings, little holes in a
laminated sky, a million hives
like little spike hats.


 

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