dada prayer (a loud raise of ramble that echoes across the shamble) a reply to the that of they to the prattle of them

o amuse me up
by my boot
straps
and in two's
amuse and confuse me with
the loud rattle
and battle of boltclaps
inside a clutter of flings
and flungs
inside the sungs
of tongues
and release me
falling
bawling
crawling
into the clittering glittering
steelpan
of a frittering void