Here's another double abecedarian,
and it's called "Danger, Static".
And there are two potential obscurities in the poem.
The lunatico inquirendo, which I may be pronouncing wrong,
is a writ inquiring about the soundness of one's mind.
And a cosmic year is the time the sun takes
to orbit in galactic rotation.
It's about 225 million years.
So, "Danger, Static".
Arsenic in a blintz, bats in a belfry,
caveats in a billet-deux.
Do you ever wonder how early man existed without TV?
Fuck you, grubby advertisement.
Hey, Helena Bonham Carter, hold me in your arms.
I have a crush on you, Helena Bonham Carter.
Jury duty in Iraq.
KKK at the A&P. Loss.
De lunatico inquirendo.
Meet me in old Manhattan near the abandoned oyster farm.
Or better, go to hell, purgatory, paradise, and be
quick.
Question-- did horndog LBJ really have oral satori
sex in a hotel bathtub?
Tongues are wagging.
Ugh.
Woof.
Vaporize me, water lord.
Xanadu in ruins.
Cosmic year complete.
Rub, dub Zagreb (who cares) Yugoslavia?