HIGHWAY ON THE GATLING GUN
Gatling And Straddling In The Highway Mattening
With Dampened Rain Falling Down Its Clampened Tightenings.
Men In Sheer Force Wielding North Torqued Tanks And Things
Men In Blood And Born Into Brood War Tourny Games.
Smirk In Shock: A Flash Craining Steel; And Pillowed Necks.
Cranker Cranks The Old Short Fuze In Bang And Flank.
Struttin’ While Their Strappin’ And Nappin’ Between Slacking There
Radeonic Burst In The Mid Path Happenings.
Dangling By A Thread – Bare By The Wing – It Rings
Gigahertz In Stream Wielding Mismatched Chats And Flings
Tiny Taunts And Tells Sharing Talk Where Chalk Will Faulking Lay
Great Boar And Gazelle Making Short Work In Walking Ways.
Bears In Motes Lie In Wait Therein Oats And Hay –
Peddling While Toad’s Paddlin’ For His Oar He Groans Dismay.
Thoughts Of Ladling Red What We Play In A Fable Way
Rocking While Their Cocking Making Fate A Mockery.
High In Heaven’s Reach: Deep Seated Fleet Up A Damnéd Creek
A One Man Band In A Two Seat Docking Bay
Chiseling While He’s Sizzling He Putters Into Torrent Sputters
The Old Town Cop Drops The Beat And Launches Them Propellers.
In A Race The Fallen Chase After Warmaiden’s Base And Manor
Callin’ While Their Cooing At Their Lads In Placid Honor
Plastic Even Faster In Disaster If They Last There;
Dead Among The Wreckage: Where He Decked It In The Dickens.
Got To Go And Fast, And Glad Be: Gnatted Well.
Endowed To The Tooth And By Soot Called Will Magic Tell;
Hammering While Their Yammering To The Same Old Jam And Glam
Spouting But Not Pouting While The Dingéd Man Jumps The Van.
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