Mnemonic you
like
teenage pussy.

A wretched chunk staggers
a l o n g
and the brain--- with tentacles--- feels
and gropes around its new treasure,
its pumpkin-smelling budget
and the ocher aid in your ear
says
little things
like:---
"you are a floppy gofer,
eat your greens, babbit, and fetch
me a pail of water"

but its all non-nonsense, of course
all profound bibble babble

supercalifragilisticispialidocious
is child-speak for. . . . .

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"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"

(or maybe, it's just the word
put beforehand; by the time
the adult brain finishes ingesting it,
it is aware of the fine-tuned hairs
in glassy-globed ears)

transceptors
transmissions

tableturns.