A little brittle spit, spinning and pinning a rib.
Snap out of that, break past that trap. It's a scrap, shat out and slapped down, Pap!
It's better than Vedders letter A. Settles kettles like suns days.
Its freezer seizes easy breezes, squeezing queens sneezing free.
The bitter sitter slitting open litter bugs glitter rugs.
Seven heavy revving engines vetting heaven's eleven benevolent crimes.
