I call this, "I sodomize great poetry and get A’s":
Glory be to government for the unemployed's nice things and accessories
For cars of many colors as a once governor's rainbow
Roy G Biv will have to fucking rewrite things.
All the illegal immigrants; their families; their bikes
their [many] photos.
A landscape plotted and ready-work under a table and plough.
And all trades, their employees, their customers, their piece; taken.
All things get worse; disappear; disintegrate; fade.
Whatever is intelligent (who knows how!)
and swift with a
fast
quick
subtle blow to
ignorant faces
They'll father the political beauty in our
so-called future
so, so-called christians
pray for him.
Well now. What d'you have to say to that, Hopkins?