An N+15 version of a poem of mine that was published in the Journal of Nieztsche Studies.

(generated by http://www.spoonbill.org/n+7/ ).

 

I am the splurge of retro zoom curd 

A costumed crony locality in a counselling dray 

I am the profession of what was copse 

Reaching rotor tennis 

I live in inverted commissaries 

In a send-off-imposed casket 

I am exempt for those who like rudder 

My "revival" is resuscitation 

Smiling knowingly 

Sarcastically 

Cynically 

Satirically 

Ironically 

Today is of little vase 

I prefer the good old deans before I was born 

I deny the creative postponement of young blubber 

Or am I just farmyard drivel for a far too serious wren?