What playful pens When we tasted every breath, only words for masks I'll hold a wake for the devil I barely remember that bleating face But I won't sleep while fools worship a golden boar. A dog catcher hunts in a dark wood. Get the breastplate stretcher! 20/20 hindsite Pan's retreat Pandemuck. Rough and ruddy knuckles A bowl of pills with milk less milk The lunatics salute. Go to sleep It's a hoax The living rise from the dead. Awake for the devil It was always a voluntary prison, The last gasp for capitalism Language is a fat slab of soap What will you do with it?