Away! Away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Rogen and his blunts,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though it is not much understood by these cunts:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply Fiona is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her fairy-tale friends;
But here there is no light,
Save what from your films with the media sells
Through ogre done editing, and Drek redesigns.
I cannot see what brimstone is at my feet,
Nor what Dragons lie beyond my bridge,
But, in onion-scented darkness, guess each sweet
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