You need some fathertongue

   to tighten the slap

between large mass left

   and thirty-hair chine

Maybe a longbill brother

   to mick a sport

of carrying your big bellied

   daddycyst

Or, a starfelt uncle sim

   to lower the smooching

vipe of smitchsmitch

   ovaries

Could be cousinshine

   that trips the laker

above the tender tow

   of your elphis

Or, a Honeylift

   to bub the ache

of lower back left

   at night’s jewelbone hour

You need to die some

   to slip the chronic

and trimcut the endolope;

   Ablate! Ablate!