MURDERLAND
Hearts in tiles, black and white
Fliptongues, fliptongues, ever so dreamy
O, cold damsels, wicked rise
The flipsies, in demise, the ricochet
I drift, swim, fliptongues
Mr. Flipsy comes, comrades his capes
Sure it was a flipping
I drift, swim, fliptongues
For all the drift's worth, fliptongues
The walk sure was not, oh so real
Capes rise, swim, and I drift
The kettle fires, rise, flipping
Thoughts in dreewhittle melancholy
Yells the zeek make the vast rust
And the world, searing its granposet
Called Murderland
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The Jarwick's Dictionary
PoetryA series of poems, which uses the special jargon language featured in The Imaginary. This uses original words. Partly inspired by Lewis Caroll's nonsense verse, Jabberwocky.
