Lately, with the epicurean taste of life,
I have failed to realise the invasion of loneliness,

Catastrophic humiliation regarding pushing
Through the bristles of life,
I have failed to achieve the medicinal impoverished Mentally stable
Fully functional **** Sapien;

The psychological impact of a dying moth inside a glass full
Of flowery decor
I have failed to notice the nectar of life.

Man is no more gregarious;
It's an off beat 60's Chevy with rotten music