Classic Poem

If I lose my temper you're totalled.
Sallow trays of disgenerate plush, flushing
the balcony of derision, conviction's
tumor. Lost my glasses
flashes. As might
incense a prod, wherever it
clogs. Suddenly
distends into arced, incoordinate
future frisson.
Mongrel angle detoured, brulant
and trampled, of volutuality manque
" as nauseous and tedious as adultery in literature " .
The brick that broke the camel's sap . Fit to be
frenzied (funny you don't look
tumescent). Fat Boy's famous
Jew-Punching Contest ( " NO.
CREDIT REJECTS HERE " ).
As benefits bereavement
in whom return might anchor.