Older in the punch
Blessed in the time, of a unity to egg
Beg me a shoulder, a duty in a hunch
Satiety is a walk with truth's we fate to a rhyming neglect?

Bitterness is in heaven...
Haunted milling of a sense of rage...
Lessoned hindrance to fortify the accord of leaven...
Simple arrogance, in favor of the music to face...

Sweet?
Sourer than dread itself...
Made to cruise and tarry, the work of an angel
Threatened by the scope of your admission, an unction of health?

Such a fight, for a piece of bread?
Aloof tones of demand and the scale of uniqueness, to worry
Is a relationship with sense, apropos to a kick in the head?
Or is this sickness of vice, and its victory with anxiety and fury?

Twist of patience and the cornerstone of the rhyme
Sickness is our day, and the day comes with a price
Saged as a mortal coil can be, to welcome home a whole trying
Is still a relationship with exhumation and wishes to wizen...

Your father and penicillin...
Pride and the door of infamy...
One more time, is a master of time, willing
To show you the ropes, or is worth, an estranged vanity?