[I was a project for two stringless sentences, a couplet]

I was a project for two stringless sentences, a couplet
that couldn’t keep themselves together on their own
let alone as one. Kids love the grunge, clueless, which is fine—
how old gratuitous sex is; hence it’s bad
and tastes like Sunday afternoons and Dinosaurs
unless you think about it: Stein
or Stine do the good work and I am all over
where the chiropractor was taking me: it was a high—so true
for a while. But forget me—there should be none of us, especially
how the newspaper prints it. Therefore I just picked up

and put it down again. I nearly got an erection.
I’d never keep that up. I nearly
nearly liked it. If there was a silent movie for undoing Easter Island
there wouldn’t be a problem. Do we deserve that though?
It’s unlikely and easier done than said; which is terrible!—

but the judge should have died: I gave in:
the newspaper.