(crazy indeed i believe) by me.....

Forensic friar,
frigid liars,
arent we all the forecast over overnight paintings?

Packs to be handled,
monstorious scandal,
Murk with no lighted candle to show you thine way!!!

Merry making believers believe,
concievers concieve only to turn around to be fooled once again!!

Minced meat poison to drain thy wearied inner,
thy eyes sink in thinner,
as the sharpened mirrage stares back at you.......

indigence canst only grim so much,
doth thou haveth any more meaning without your Mr or Mrs special touch?

cacoon hustles muffled to trotted maturities,
where conspiracy takes strange,
taketh realism in full pains!!

tear away at these cut patches,
where bought blotches are nearly detailed!!

Crusade of all Majority,
spare from this speared destiny,
where old timing recipe's become thine old time Menu...........