American bliss, an oxxxymoron, an oxxymoron large as a tsunami, a moron drowning in a tsunami, thus a deoxymoron.
Perccy Byshhshe, it wasn’t his dish, to sing to the moon, in moronic gloom, tip of the tsunami, lampooning a whale, bright summer sweat, inhale
Inhale quickly, air inside a reversal of gush, as the tsunami crests before getting crush,
Anonce anon anonymous drown, announce anonce,
Perccy Byshhshe-Basho, personified hush, atop the great wave, before the deep bust, a sad silent quest in defiance of drowning,
Though he did, dear Percy, drown, and more than once.
Spam of Human Affection 
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