Perturbed by the thought
What's a worry
If you do not have prior inhibitions
The posterior argument, is you do not stop
But, reconsider the consequences of your callous doubt
Crowded around protesting crowds, bombs ticking silently in bags of clouds
Cherishing and chinchillas running like limericks
That I can't tink like trinkets
Glasses that should be served and primrose deepens in color
Of rose wine and red blood, the presiding appeal of reds, as long it blushes into better hues
I keep digging, to not come out
That's how I judge until I touch the rocky bottom
Nudge in the rock bottom with my buttressing tools and clinical trials
Like racial profiling of the blue-blooded