JUICE
It must have changelinged me
all that juice
goodfellow Puck did spray
around so
most liberally
throughout the play
that I fell qute captuted,
sucked into the forest action,
Titania above me
and I, beautifully ass-
headed so
bottomed beneath
and speaking those words
ss if nee again, constantly,
forever thus
embowered
that magic so vigorous
as I crashed through
every barrier
softly dissolved
this last, ultimate wall.
poems 2 die for 