Giving it a shot... here's what I'm working on:
I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Nevermind the man who contemplates doing away with license plates. He stands alone anyhow, baking the cookies of discontent, by the heat of the laundromat vent. Then like in poetry, dot, dot, dot he drops down!!! Leaving his soul! Parting the waters of themedulla oblongata of.... man kind.