The Plot
Thickens
The plot thickens and holds.
The Rolls glides over, the
Rolls.
The story we're told,
the story controls
The smoke sidles over,
palid***.
The rifle smoke over, slid
Over the horizon
spangled
The glue hardens and cracks.
Mother's back, break your
mother's back.
Step on it, just the
facts, ma'am.
With one startled spangle
time
I
sense paltry wisps don't rhyme****.
Blue smoke whispers.
It's your dime.
The plot thickens and holds.
The Rolls glides over, the
Rolls.
The story we're told,
the story controls