Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones, a fine poet of the bardic tradition, is also, despite to spite himself, a fine of minstrel of the Barbie Doll tradition.
Impossible to dislike or disdain, Alex spouts a fine verse, loose, capacious, rambling where a ramble is not random, and tight otherwise, direct.
In verse not inverse or perverse, to perforate a Barbie Doll to make her sing a song not singsong, but gliding as a cloud, or rising sun, hoping lubricious.
Alex Jonz-Joned-Jones, Texan bard and pard, pard’ner and partner, to a state of oil, to grace, guide, muse and slide; where an oil man can get oil, release.
A state of oil without grace, a state of grace without oil, a state of grease?
Of snake petro oil…
A fine snake oil versifier of Barbie Doll tradition. A state graceless grease, a greasy transition, put into position by a petro-perturbed sneaking shaking snaking one dollars’ Egyptian eye-chant, hips greasy sleazy aslant, a snake of the Nile, militant Barbie Dolls creaking in single file, marching off to war, for a blister, martial beat, shakes Barbie to her bare bones,
“To the screaming beat, the beat of a doll, a cop, a moll, a fop, or a drop of a beach oiled with emoluments, a rad trad, oil of purse, oil of Nard, oil between grains of sands, stones, pebbles, feathers, fish and fur. Clogging, cloying, lubricating– for or in,
“Of the plastic tradition.”
Spam of Human Affection 
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