They Play Dice

Oh, hey, look! I have spontaneously combusted
I have not expected this while making custard
So it looks like there’ll be soup instead of it—just because some things I haven’t cooked yet

No talk yet of rainy days, or those scheduled work delays
There’s no pool in neighbour’s yard, no red room for playing card
But I wish for drivel and to spin her
Lanthanous and vicious, still long way to find nitpickers

Stopping, stopping this charahde, I keep whipping marmalahde
Reiki, Brady, pay, and pop it
Some say, Jesus, please, just fucking, fucking stop it
Ah, but now ‘t’s’just Ahs and Ohs and Nahs and Nos,
Hello. C’mon, I’m waiting for my funny toes

D’we just cross the spun lac-tose?
Swear, I’ll sting you harder than a rose
We shall see instead a lotus
Parisian wine—directions vocal—dispersing trivial insides before pains morph us

Okay, I’ll hand the pebbles over
M&M Corp’s hardly spoken
Yet still, I hear again the kitchen’s open
Spinning tidier, she does Homer

Reverend, not just yet, don’t get those rabies
They will fast transform to racing scabies
Lay, lay, say before the clouds
What those campers here have done

‘t’s’just that days ago ‘t’was only one
Regards… They have just spun
Racing frivolous and mightly fun
Okay… Demands division
Just who knew about this wide incision?

My days… Discussions spent on forming rabid dents
Now the dentist here arrived and wants to gorge-consume loose ends

How much further will he go? No one’s heard about him too!
Fish canoes, them he’ll row, I know never what to do!