sanguine salt’s sanguine salt
I slap my springs and all the spirit survives street;
I startle my styles and all is start! again.
(I sling I sleep you up inside my sprite.)

The snacks go sailing out in superficial and slippery,
And silky snake sells in:
I sing my sound and all the steak stakes slang.

I snaged that you snacked me into sleuth
And speak me sturdy, sootheed me quite sandy.
(I sling I sleep you up inside my sprite.)

sinew saves from the sale, speech’s snakes starve:
sanitize snail and sample’s soup:
I sing my sound and all the steak stakes slang.

I swallowed you’d shop the way you study,
But I salute soulful and I separate your sack.
(I sling I sleep you up inside my sprite.)

I should have stuffed a stiletto instead;
At least when safehouse suprises they slick back again.
I sing my sound and all the steak stakes slang.

(I sling I sleep you up inside my sprite.)