(Cont.) the dark corners of the room erases angles
where the coroner’s angel goes to shed feathers away
for him to find one better day
thank you for life I’ma love it to death, seasons, reasons, autumn eves,
a gutter cluttered with colored leaves
if I spoke this ida stuttered
probably make a couple mothers shudder
here’s a sweater as warm as melted butter
on a lobster brioche, feeling better?
together you and I will prosper
thank you, this toast
is all I have to offer

Very fun stuff. I especially liked the line, “…please, gimme a sec.” It just fit really well for some reason.