Scirrhis of sharp spinach and rancid radish said
"snap!"
aspirin aids my chains
drains my brain
narcs paid panic
hands of an asp pinch the hairs of a harp
the carp naps through raids,
parchisi in the piscina
a Dishpan of DInars
Rands in the can
cash dashes sharp as rain
in Paris I was in Pain,
(mon)sir.
The chirping chair
is an airplain
when Pi pinches no pain
it is unchained.