The dark side of the prune;
don't blame me.
If you need to see,
do it over there.
Care is no axes.
sides, tides.

Beware of her stare;
their hair's on fire.
ply her with plenty,
fly her on empty.
But crash with cash
& stash your hoho.
Hoho's butter then haha,
You stay me girl?

Whirl, twirl, swirl; pearl
be mine, mine thine.
Moon with me
over the notion;
be my ocean.
Be my sweet potato
fart-art not here please!
Be my lie;
with me love's labor's
not completely lost.
Let us  spread    out     thin      universe,
hard be find to.
—Louis Martin