Attend, all who'd fend off ennui!
Ep. 2: P L A C O Z O A: Placozoa
was born Quechuan, nee Pola Acoz.
Donning manta 'n' chumpi,
poor Pola 'ppear'd lumpy.
and grab hold of a cold Poza-Cola.
Why...? Because (so ads say)
it's the pause that -- ole! --
cools our hot Latin hem'globin. 'Ola!)
amble on 'cross the lawn to...Peru!
Where Pac's back alley ends
view O'Zal's Dogpatch friends,
a tour Cook recommends: Al Cap' Zoo.
While thus potted I'll not introduce 'er.
As Ms. Lala she's known.
Ms. is best left alone.
C. Palooza. (You'd what...?! You'd seduce 'er...?!)
they declared that were swear'd to raise zals.
They enroll'd in a group
who o'erlook'd a zal coop.
But that throng went so-o-o-o wrong. (Zals de Mals...?)
on the eve of a super blue moon,
seven kids caught swine flu.
For those few...? Much ado.
(For Plazoo, CA...? Inopportune.)
were the Smiths, call'd 'Capone' at that time.
In control of payola
who'd pocket nine pence of each dime.
means, I gather, "I'd rather prance solo."
But whatever it means,
He's seen struttin' His jeans
down at Lauren's saloon, Caza Polo.
* 'Noli,' strictly speaking.
belles lett' pennin' John Lennon, his Yoko,
Courtney Love, Johnny Rotten...
So: who've we forgotten...?
Wag/crankchap tagg'd Frank Zap'a: Loco!
true Albanians, nu...?
When pronouncing, pronounce ala Pózoç!
space-time's squeez'd through a C.Z.A. Loop!
What's the upshot...? Our Moon's
trined albino-hued prunes
and our Milky Way's mock turtle soup.
topp'd with droplets of bearberry jams.
The entree's a pie --
freeze-dried butterfly's thigh.
What's for pudding...? Calzoopa di clams.
When "Which playground for comrades of Mao
who've been bann'd from Bill's bar in Bilbao
proves the best for free sex...?"
asks a friend of your ex-,
recommend to that friend Lac Pozao.
how shocking's a shortage of dough.
So: despite your poor polling
and penchant for trolling,
a Looza PAC cushions each blow.
runs to hundreds -- nay: thousands! -- of pounds.
'Tis the same for coal "G,"
for coal "P" and coal "V."
Why not burn "Z" coal...?! 'Opa! (Yay! Zounds!)
as you ponder ‘em over again…?
Would fresh clues open doors --
give confusions 'what for's…?
Zap! A cloo! Will that do…? [Say ‘amen.’]
cues the ruffian, "Snuff that cigar!"
Let's us meet, por favor,
on the streetcar, Señor:
Plaza Oç'o. We needn't ride far."
has point zero to fear, 'twould appear
from quick Cal Z. Apoo.
Cal's a mimicker, too,
but Cal's gimmickry's limbic...and queer.
What we need are some carjack plans.
I'll tail the Zoolac clan's
matriarch; you track Pa Zoolac.
Its patina -- a plac...? ooz'...? --
eschews (thank God!) black hues.
In this light, it's...aquamarine!
I've deploy'd some "security," guy.
Enter Cozo, a pal.
He's my fixer...et al.
Please...don't let us detain you. Bye-bye.
lives an alternate Shakespeare, they say –
though he’s there call’d Chayqs-Bier.
(Where Ouill dwells, spelling's queer:
“Az Poo Lac It”…? That’s Ouill’s latest play.)
while the aalz mediaño one sees
grow, at most, knee-cap high.
As for aalz pôco, try
visu’lizin' ‘em pint-size -- like peas.
quiz a lipo: ‘twill say, "Dish year pit.”
To learn more 'bout beasts' dung,
azc a oolp, in the tongue
it speaks: Oolpese. (What's spoken's now writ.)
All that's lacking's some crack agitprop,
chants which show less caprice
than “Defund the police!”
“Nuke all narks!”…? “Fuck fuzz!”…? “Lazo a cop!”…?
Appaloosa “A”…? “Zip Cochise”: right…?
Damon’s “Cowboy”’s horse “B.”
“Cojo Rojo”’s steed “D.”
Still, Ap’alooz’ “C” spurs delight!
somewhere over a rainbow
(it's bodmin, we both know):
Apocal-…Oz! Sans saffron bricks.
"Does she not yet give probable cause...!?
She shall, surely, today."
Sorry: no bleedin' way!
AOC! Hands together!! Aploz!!!
sightin' signs above parlors be key.
Ignore Linear Bs!
Opt for stock ABCs!
Look! An A! Look! A P!! Looc! A Z!!!\
Do they still…? They do not.
Alcapooz now’s the spot --
with its name rear half French, front half Spanish.
Ep. 41: Z A L C O O P A: Zal Coopa
Is with Fenimore she eponymic…?
Where folks share your affair with the gun…?
Where abortion’s taboo
and where science is, too…?
Well…Acloop, AZ is one.
Still, you split...? You submit to this ditty:
"On your mark (it's been swell)...
get set...hula like hell!
So: Alo'a, Zpoçlandia City!"
Ep. 44: L O A A P O C Z: Lo: a…a…pocz!
I speak Polish wherever I roam,
nor one damn do I give:
here in LA I live
az a Poloc, and call LA home.





