While the preponderant lack of models

Which might were to be Drawn from animal

study, clone, or Simulation,
doubt persisted concerning the lack of
precedent concerning the Chimera Type.
For opined the Classical Orator:
“Had not Imitation always a Source
To which its attempts at Duplication,
Semblance, and association, Indeed
citations are citations for having
been forwarded through Articulation
of some discrete purpose, Idea, Form?”

Thus did the Sagacious Orator cause

Great Introspection among Humankind
To whom it was through Evidential
Robustness combined Part Theory and Part Art
along with Accurate Survey, proper
Methods (as well as Attire); Pronounced
Thus that The ANthropollywog upon
Absent Books, Bedded Books, and false laurels
Contrived to invent a full panoply
of Means through whose Contrivance and with Bribery
came forth with Records Irrefutably
substantiated and credentialed
knowledge production the Most Incredible
finding that Lacking Original Molds,
the Pollywog ascertained means to Forge
a Mimicry of Bowels. Thus it was Agreed
upon through all Careful manner of Truth
that Chimimicry of the Anthropo-
llywog could procede without Precedent,
Original Source, Methodology,
Or Paragon whatsoever for Pulp
Abundant in Feces was Art-Alpha
To Aesthetic-Omega. No Bowels Barred,
Shit Supreme needed not Raison d’etre,
Seminal Event, Artifact at all.

With such Inauspicious provident,

it was a highly-valued asset none
such could better hope to claim than that Shit
would demonstrate how little true knowledge
might Larger and Larger Farts Emit.

Resultant from Off-Shooting Hot Gasses

To favorable access in shit Functions
Revealed that Wog gender assignation
And Hormonal Super saturation
Placed within the Realm of Sacred Thyroid
Metatextual Mythos, symmetrical
Analysis indicates resultant
Inaccuracies such that when one who reads
Or writes books were to speak of “TEXTS,”
The Wog hears the word “SEX” which titillates
the Dhiarretic chambers Aggressive
Wogs react with Immediate Fecal
Erections none sated by Availing-
Of-Itself Hers of Pits seeking Gazes
Long left out of the Question concerning
Its Desire to Know of Why and How
a Humanitarian Request for
Sillicon, Botox, and Shush Money Plush
Might Lure from the Wogs, a Willing Native
Informant to Divulge its Cultural Norms.

In the Bedding of Books might it be Said

that one Request to date has been Received
which Pleads for Return of Hector’s Body
as an apparent Ruse to the Sad Plight
of Books forced to Sleep with a Wog without
means of Erudition by Better means
It heartens itself and its disciples
by dirtying Books as its Dirties Laurels.
Alas that a Society might be
Raised forth as a Fable to Wogs whose Bent
For ShitEating might be Curbed with Ideals,
With Discourse, Even one day: Primary
Sources might take Hold, one must Hope as Did
A Poet declare, “hope Springs Eternal”
Then Lo and Behold there did Arise What
appeared to many witnessing this Feat,
A King Frog who Grunted, “Not in my SHIT!
Not here! Not there! Shit is the Only Shit
That I know! Forever More, “Shit Shit Shit.”
Thus speaking the word “Shit” three times while Sang
He improperly of Allen Ginsberg’s
Oeuvre. Which Poet Murmurred “Peace Love no War”
King Frog wobbled forth on A Shit PogLeg
And groaned: “Fuck Naomi that Crazy Whore!”