“Ye Mud, Ye Mud” 🎧🔉🎭✍️🎨

“through convoluted revolutions of time,

oft gather thine hummings shared-shine,

to divulge inn’ workings fine,

(as all humkinds do in daily grind),

to draw wit’in nutrish,

ye warm mind knead soft dough pined,

thy fellow hums might extra’plate wise,

nurturin’ fanfun vine, health and furrowy yearning finds,

these brabbling ruperted drops..

thay protect ‘gainst foe tailing-toxied kelp upped snipes.

thy Clan hath suff much a’ way ye not, know thee,

from spick nor span,

‘cept crash’ed jib,

or hymneyd march coated,

lamb-goated kid.

oh dear Bard,

what hummied sign shall arch’ed seek,

exceedin’ ye dome cry as muddy wildy beast,

intestine savaged girth in bloodied feast,

seeth ye not spill?

nor spangly hotted manmade well in curse?

when ye mud, ye mud,

i love with all as much,

supered torrents could thine must.”

– poem written and performed by Matt The Unfathomable Artist © 9th/10th March 2025.