Wikipedia Poem, No. 809
your smutgrass will not grow here
i am the realizer the realizer i am
supple cast into tinderbale summer air
shitting and reading bomb hiss
page turner
astrologic tortoise
barren mango seed
these hands
wad of pedagogic khat
delicious trap cannot conceive
cradled by radioactive fog i am the secular seed
seed of balamb garden
controls the freckled and pale realizer
balamb garden i implore you
control the start of yr anti-capitalist pale
i'm in favor of yr anti-capitalist pale
you are the only one willing to abuse yr body
and i'm so here for that