as much fun as turning around

As for being irreconcilable and shrill.

As for rendering a controversy …

Disrepute and Discrepant walk into a bar.

    I will not harm it. But flatten it some.

    Screech. Then screech against.

    Two turns and a knot. Then who loves.

And so it goes on for all. They say

There's a predicate lodged far in the West.

Carried out by his buddy and laid in the mud

He looks thence hence and farther off.

It's a future for shopping and dreaming.

A harshness made of breezes. Denotes therefore

All the unvoiced accordingly.

And the wheezing instrument calls home a day.

(for ms … on a birthday)