Construct a poem. I did. I find random language-abuse far too much fun.

Napoleon's bronze bust

covenant of my sometime filth
spout from inside
upon pseudo-leather knowledge
in always-crimson eggs
of sanctimonious feet.
they jiggle outside the laughter;
they create ancient crimes of serpents
and gentle language.

(Yes, I pretty much just hit things at random. But look at that poetic instinct coming through! ancient crimes of serpents obviously referring to the Fall of Man in the Garden of Eden. And overall, a harsh criticism of the shallow obsessions of the modern world. An allegorical tour-de-force! Bravo, Miss Evans!)