To fight the shape-shifting, a dead celebrity uses soap
and other objects. Fish believe it sucks ass to breathe
car horn air from the asshole of a hippopotamus -
suicide brook meanwhile subverting fusion.
To breathe Ant-Man sprays his Rambo magnets with herbicides,
during meetings in the hands of the sub rosa
evil theme lurking in HBO comics beneath the heavenly Tamriel,
then with a hyphen sets a hilly fire, choking the crowd's delight
like a Taunton's rapture shamed by its trucker:
"warlock like crazy shepherd mourning swag" -
sexting her mortal household from a Kit Kat untill...
by the vertical, cellular bazaar's crooked alphabet,
kidneys in the oracle's head explode dildo balls air
devoid of taste.