‘King Hi-tec
A big thing.
More than 40 Years After its Release, He tries to rand a tattle ogre.
Eat, tire, sore. Seein’ haptic. Hooks thart dart in sleet.
Comb on a share, then smax vestwear on his neck.
The ol’ ash one to-do? Shup the scene?
Naw. Tha Law’s guts seed the fluff cuts.
“Get in, it’s as thin as a train”, He barks whu cult-ten rage.
Then back to fleek mod-makin.
Here: His hand, I marvel it.
How moot the pies, rough as butter.
“Tak twa”, he coos, His bill a a-tangle.
Now, he’s pounding ham, an daen it a again.
Rounded edge, or a hot angle?
Edging ever closer to a loser’s shape wi each whaft.
Me-in-the-mouth
Tiny millennial