Poem about things

fantastical actresses collapsing their passing praxis till they're strapped with molasses my masses of mattresses ask pastors for plasters while my blasters last longer than a stronger man's masters a big dog on top of a log asking god for a frog to sing songs on a ponderous slog my slugs buddies a nugget a bug who's ugly but studied his ruddy thugs run drugs to bums while their brothers are bloodied I've got no love for weevil they're evil like Stevie the weasel who sneezes bees into my easel  while wheaties please my aunt Edie my people get down and clown around bounding through boundless counties their round hienies are shiny but tiny like Pliny's mind in a mountie karate choppers and potty shoppers keep popping Pilates while poppas basmati rice is topped with bodies

Some poems

The troubled bluster of the sublet was but less for the butler's subtle bustle.

The staple leapt into the pasted petals, pleats of pastel on a pallid plate.