Its the Gouda

The Binder Clips
and PDX fits
The grit of the split
a large measure of weight was to be lifted
upon arrival of the gifted
Tis not only shifted
Concentreted higher
Cracked, broken, BURNT
Not too pertified to say BREAK
Don't alphabetize it
one to one-hundred
Its vile
I will stay awhile
In my assembled hidrosis
Though I cannot grow
absurdly so
Achieve the largest intoxication
How it scans happiness
Lost quite the yearning
In the gaping start
Don't listen
Don't stumble
Partners steal the illness
Believe in this piece
No illusion is barely harmful
The fucking problem is the car
Ice yourself with those angry words
Its absurd
Perhaps you must quickly wise up
Cruel habits cleanse you
in isolation
The slithering stable lessons are in fact
Absurd.