Testo Sinister Exaggerator

Your life is leaning downhill
sloping off the outer edge.
Your undetermined oyster beds
were found to be a hedge.
You case the kids of Elmer Fudd
to feed the farmer whose
cadaver's filled with onion rings
and feet are filled with glue.
Now Sinister Exaggerator,
what's your claim to fame?
Is still your favorite Ferlinghetti
found in Auntie Maim?
Your alter life is superceded
only from above.
Your heart is like a silken sponge
that calls saliva love.