these dissolutions

THe world and its weirdos the spiky sponge bag, the heavy harridan and her mace, the knight huffed by the page, the squire ripped at the pate. That's no way to love and springing on the strong the sick of the weak.

The weak the weak are so ugly so pined in the fortune coffineed by their sandwhich and contempt their daily bag.

Not this way the positive cheerful philosopher of the skates and wheels the spinning geese, and the calender of love