Dumbo Poemo

So to be great and great again in the modern mood of things and the riled up running won’t run for the running is all and nothing but for fun or some thing to do with your brain. And brains are spelling for some kind of toggs and go to goat, like goatland or flying in the crowds. Your crowded head in star warp, six or something for then and fun in the game goes bun up…Time for nothing again, in the jeans, no mean thinking to do, just rumble play. Not mean, just alive and grey to the hilt with some form of form or of linking delight to what. The sheesh in the middle of things. There goes stuff for a riddle.