All the monsters have come again
The bespectacled giant
Who tramples originality
The planar cranium
Who obliterates distinctions
The elastic armed
Who thwarts defenses
The leering mushroom
Who quells enthusiasm
The breather of poisons
Who distracts and confuses

Not so much why have they returned
As why did they ever absent themselves
I think I must have summoned them
I was quiet and contented
Seated on the floor
Filling the containers
With melted paraffin

A wise or perhaps merely prudent person
Knows when to ask for help
And from whom
The latter being the harder condition
Most people do not recognize
The enormity of the distress
And consequently
Ob sisten ohete u ohetet ven obra ma
And hence the permittivity of the dielectric material
Tendentious abeyance
But that’s just tera bespectacled talking

One is never satisfied
To be truthful I am never satisfied
With symptomatic relief however efficacious
After all the Master Symptom
Will not be overcome

The bloated hag
Who knows what you’re going to say
The spinal spiral
Whose reach exceeds its grasp
The wrinkled tallboy
Who leads into temptation
The pliable rectangle
Who gives birth to monsters
The spindle-legged preacher
Who has an answer for everything
The antlered layabout
With the face like a fish
And distended purple belly
And crimson dessicated eyes
And stumpy or missing limbs
And reedy sharp mouth-edges
And mucilaginous lesions
And quivering shoulders
And rusted claws
And oozing joints
And leprous skin
And corrosive utterances
Who does nothing horribly