poop squeaks and kink roops

 In the beginning there were poop squeaks and kink roops
hell there were even swept deeps bragging tidy rooms
all speaking gobbledy gook for you the reader
so your eyes would ask your brain

Coming up short and sharing your frustration
like a latenight fastfood complaint
the headless manager appeared
just gurgling like a poop squeak

Living off Synthesized breast cash milk
The schemes of the kink roops
accusing just to sew us
lawyers standby

swept deeps moving up the pavement like a celebration
academic and factoid obsessions getting mustard on the corduroy
titanic bias in the closet with the trumpet and one fifth of their sexuality
Poop squeaks, kink roops and those stinking swept deeps didn't care

all that mattered was isolating themselves from anything
that appeared or scared them from outside their...
little dinky social sentimental tribe