Sinister ExaggeratorYour life is leaning downhill sloping off the outer edgeYour undetermined oyster beds were found to be a hedgeYou cause the kids of Elmer Fudd to feed the farmer whoseCadaver's filled with onion rings and feet are filled with glueNow, sinister exaggerator, what's your claim to fame?Is still your favorite Ferlingetti found in Auntie Maim?Your alter life is superceded only from aboveYour heart is like a silken sponge that calls saliva love-The Residents