I O U, U O ME

So if I trip

my mind will rip

and my father'll spit

white like the last to the

outlasted hymn,

Where we're all in

the brim trimmed

my head rug burn spin,

my eyes falling

and cave in, I cave

my sense fully

out from throgs neck,

as my neckband

stretched..

Dunking on a relapsed over head,

over the bright bed,

my hands turn to beat my mouth

Folks turn pink cheeky

bear me, my bare

head facing master tit

attack,

My brains relapsed

racing..

Free we spree out with

new antics..

Etiquette - 'Frenekace'..

When my place is big,

threaten it..

preterits, pre-'predecicing'

where it is; pre-meditated

Who you is?!?