Impoverished money grubs sit and revel in their ***** suds
liking the flavors of darkly bubbled mud.

From lovely earth, life debt owned,
even if some still believe in this crud.

Hunching ancient patriots hang western flags
and live by the credo provided, and die by what mind remains undecided.

Here, there, and everywhere lies man in the bush as hunters slouch
gun, weapon fist-ted in bruised and trembling hand.

Tis no wonder, what geometry pierces the chest,
thought choice as if it were only peril.

A cardinal sings whilst losing that rose-colored scintillating ring
one more Orion slacks his belt, never.

Stubborn and mostly blinded another shell blows through creature,
in and out his ******* head, a demonic act of high treason.