236. a weasel is wise and wonderful, right

a weasel is wise and wonderful, right
for ten thousand things, but cancer defining
is just not his thing (or her if it’s female),
and NOBODY (this is the point) should one bring to

because, so, competing (alphonsus) with weasels,
it’s natural, good, and logical he would,
if you are suffering asbestos from breathing
(potter), the portion of lungs let him (leave with)

but such is the way with doctors these days,
they don’t put the effort, alphonsus the trays
would randomly choose the cancerous (whose),
and plenty of healthy, asbestos from boot

the dead people died regardless of typing,
testing, i mean, so alphonsus was smiling,
and built quite a practice nothing in fact (on),
then chose alligate the cancer to tack with

alligate isn’t the folk (kind of) simply
shut down on sight of a death certificate,
but dead was proclaimed on the fourteenth of eight
(august) as merseyside france to (had made)

buried with bricks alligate tricked
the coroner local to leave him un-split,
and nobody saw that his lungs were quite raw,
red, i mean really quite healthy and strong

merseyside mike had the funeral hiked to
FOR WHATEVER REASON, enmity drived him,
resolved to up-dig the asbestos lined pit
where alligate ostensibly (dead now) was living

for sake, let’s go back to the source of this spat —
i don’t think that air filter revenue (lack of)
is enough force to feed (for) merseyside’s greed
to dig up a corpse who’d buried just been

the truth is this guy (the foreman) who’d died
from under-cooked pig that alligate fried
was merseyside mike’s second nephew called brian
who’d left him a letter (AVENGE HIM), confided
(cont.)