That, unitchable, scratch.
This, abominable, sense, of yearning.

The setting, of Ignatius, upon, a thatch.
Yet, even, cataclysmic floods,
didn't douse, the unrelented burning,
for, odious and loathsome, goods.

That, monkey, clasping onto, a back.
This, sour crabapple, bitten, for the gurning.

Fruit flies, swarm around, use-by-dates-past.
Tasting riper, than, Stygian buds.
Maggots embed, in scandalous skins, squirming.
As, oily shame, seperates, from...