The Sarcicife for the Stuffy Nose
aleph null of the soul,
sniffing the garden of roses.
behold saliva of the spinal cord,
who can compare to its distress?
mathematics for the damned use you
for they know that you are freedom.
alchemists trade you with my name
for you are beyond reference itself.
a rose bound by any other tag
will clog and rot, fill with snot,
but your tenfold name clEANSETH,
FOR YOU ARE THE GIFT GIVEN TO MEN.
(Poet's note: The last part is capitalised just because I accidentally pressed caps lock and thought that it fits the theme. Also: 'mathematics of the damned'=math of the condemned=meth. Pseudoephedrine is known precursor of methamphetamine. Because of this, you cannot buy sudafeds without showing your name to the pharmacist.)













