Actual and paced with facts
Merely an odd being, the toil we sake
And make dear, the nigh of suspicious acts
And the marvel of suggestion, come for the more we never fake

Creed seems to be our lifeblood
Tenuous and true, to a legend in its fit
And finish of guidance, of a salt of yet would
The tradition of simplicity in norms, known for lip?

Sulk and chew, chaste and fellowship
To survive the coming need, of clandestine, a merit
In the wholes and exception of old, to serve a whit
That has come to these, the decidedly many and meant

Prices of privilege, and the prowess of decorum
Patience and knowing neglect for the spare and idealistic
Promises that complete the circle of judgment, that has come
Per you and me, to keep a final show, of what was a soul's relent

Polly wally doodle all day, the persuasion of a duty to form
Polly anna, the charisma of decent moments, to tell a world behalf
Polly wants a *******, the truer of merely a finger, on the dread of course
Apocalypse's, the side of commit that has seen even the bilk of sentiment, laugh