just before the
beginning had begun
, the prebuttal prejected
, and ensuing inertia
catapulted chaos catatonically
while bovinal scatalogists
looked through leavings
. Typhaeus typhoeus rolled
his dung dinner
into little balls
before catapulting them
like flaming bales
we’ve been there once already, more or less.
Have another free go.
Y’re not one of these ‘deep’ enigmatic types are y’? 
changed to :
like flaming bales
of excoriating critique
on postmodern footnotes
skimming the surface
of Eruditus’ ‘DUNGMANIA’
whilst blowing chunks
last night’s dinner