No Predicates

My depth is immaterial to this conversation
Ooh! See?
No more beer for you
Punjab Sinaloa
Halal subtotal
Taxation by brown-skinned Islamophobics
Taco trucks on every corner, yeah
Over legal doja
Neat ribbon closure
«Boa constructor»
Matter fact shouts
Lisa Jarnot
Presbyterian Korea
Theatre of war
And cold pizza
Quotidian, infrequent
No predicates either
Just some scathing critiques
Like stretching obliques, presidential orders
In them unmanned fleets (Unmanned fleets)
Pockets of meaning, dictionary-sized rants
Pre-upholstered in them echo chamber pants
Absurdists out of work in line as breadcrumb pedants
Just the tithes tied
New nooses, old meanings
Fresh produce
Ahistorical facts
Alternative realities to boot
Motes of what is moot
Authentic nonsense
Thesaurus on a park bench
An about face to round out my pretense
Bold print, type cast
Post race, post doc, ad hoc
Radicalist homemade eukaryotes
Parade floats
The danger of the dredged coasts
The logician as she boasts
At an upward angle doze (Doze)
Duty free
Respite or repose?
Punjab Sinaloa
Halal subtotal
Taxation by brown-skinned Islamophobics
Taco trucks on every corner, yeah
Over legal doja
Neat ribbon closure
«Boa constructor»
Matter fact shouts
Lisa Jarnot
Kid!
This is Rhys Langton representing, uh, the estate of Lord Chocolate Davis.
Shouts out to my mother, my father, my step-parents, my brother,
the entirety of the collective friendship I share with others, Todd Howard,
sometimes, know what I’m sayin, like, maybe, maybe