WITH THE PACHYDERM WHO SMOKES MY SLEEP IS NO HOAX

It has sundry allusions, from a smoking cow to an elephant trunk, changeing unconditionally, some of which I don't mention. A bearded guy smokes bullets, an eagle opposite, a mustelidae on its crest prepares a cocktail for those present. Behind are the mechanisms which operate life, lightbulbs which only light up, pyrite which only shines and rotating coils which pump stories. Onomatapeya at the culminating curtain call, that with a final flourish I throw on top of it all..