In my halo of a mired rum tin.I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.Is evil in a clam? In a trap?No. It is open. On it I was stuck.Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.Be still if I fill its ebb.Ew, a spider… eh?We sleep. Oh no!Good! Abusive comment hidden. (Show it anyway.)
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Good!