In The Grimmest of Clarks

/// and though we hobbled out past the garbage;
right where the Marxist Party went "Boo!"
out over past blondie renegade,
and that dude hawking shares of Gatorade, you-
You- know, i think - i know, i think
I am
I think--
I will go lampooning my winterself
In a cascaded shining of summerself.
you left - i mean - keeblered the crooked elf.
I lamp in the moon
Of my winterself.