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Haven’t Ya Heard?

there are no more words.
this is the bunk what
happens, ya hear?
when the slishity-slosh
has disruptured your ear.
there ain’t no more god
damned words left, muh
dear. wah-wawa woogie
maloogie, mah dear.
au revoir, au revoir,
midnight’s anon. and
sputnik’s an adjective,
zozo’s a gown. the
cause of this mess is
such a sensationless
hokissy pokissy
coo coo kachoo. a
typical word’s worth
a fortune, you know?
a typical fortune’s
atypical person and
persons like word
herds have over pop
pop—that’s overpop
popladed reverdeetop—
stimladed zoopa di
zeemu lacra an ab
ra skidabra alacra
da abra scab kidabra—
i mean stutter stutter o
verdapopple atay. stinko
beano end o’ pinko
weigh up on toppa
duh brinkitty brink.