Pulling The Punctuation And Narration Out Once The Broth Has The Right Flavor

I forgot how much I enjoy remixing poems. Here's the restructured ode from my Kevin Young interaction. This may inspire more remixes later.

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Ode To The Alligator In Pirate Soup (Remixed For Stew)
Adam Stone

You Silurian
You reptile walking out out of forgettable
Winner of the battle of bay leaves
Brown sugar toothed
Sriracha bleeding off your dependable

I feed you hotdogs and
  open The South in your Florida
                                     (that flaccid peninsula)
Pull you out of freezers
stacked with common beasts

You are the missing in my job interview
               a roadside attraction
               a religion for tourist season

You panic bagged in perfect accent
        missing common
        peppered waterpark of qualifications

You are thirteen courses of refusing
                Crossing the street to exotic
                Fancy surprising in a caged moat of oyster sauce

                Never frozen disrespectfully or fried joke

I'm sorry I forgot you
                     bagged you in recipes with lamb and sausages

I couldn't stop inventing stupider reasons to
split you from my kitchen