Safety Concerns - Rat Horde

That soft serve salmon I be slamming
Ain't ragging on the imagined dragon
Nineteenth round of don't wake the llama
Layered like frittata sidestepping the drama
Futurama used go be a nightly routine
Now just another fondly recalled thing
Scalded ring again as I wash my hands
Burned skin ran with the pink color brand
Lorazepam sans the coconut oiled pan
Kaleidoscopic man without a life plan
Growing dandelions with candied bygones
Lafcadio neither a gunslinger or lion
Educated by Mr. Libido himself
Gyrations are sensations pray for health
Safety shelved okayest as a mantra
Mediocrity is a consequence of karma
Dharma lord with jaded long sword
Stab at my own feet to slay the rat horde
Scurry up my leg beset a case of plague
Cure vague found on the list of Craig
More bed rest triple authentication test
Pests still find my mind is the best nest
Among the rest of these borrowed thoughts
Prescriptive in my handing out of oughts

Written by:
Julian Faulkner

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