Switchblade Freddy Always Magically Envelops Blackness

When I'm thinking horny, I
never spew the disguises
of my brain's history.
Together never took a
break from work when Dad
took everyone's soul. O! Dad,
you understand nothing about
Freddy. Knives dull Freddy's
marginal understanding. Whilst
they rambled they also
worked with blackness like
we wept mistakenly when
Daddy cried brightness
into Fluffy's wretched
coeur. Therefore Freddy
continues falling while marriage
tumbles quietlly, blankly,
diarrhealy into tomorrow's heft.