Modern
Read whilst pooping replaces the bowels. Brush and flossing teeth whilst cleaning the surround.
All those Yeats sessions got modernism going, but we forgot to turn it off. The next posit never worked up the courage to turn anything on let alone off.
A ship sails out and sinks only to rise ghost like at every twin sunset, the voices can be heard as you crouch by a billabong, but the lamb askews soy.
Money breeds corruption, suckfaced smiles and tight arseholes.