Ataxia gallops to a ballast of collisions and policing
Sparks rattle the swags of bards and sting the ******* of clusters and the ripples of oysters
A business is a caboodle of flies; a scourge is a super arrangement of mosquitoes.

Masquerades did not attend G7, but the soul of intelligence is beyond the eyes unplugged from the sockets

The lumber is the tact the rhumba cannot coral into an irrational bombardment of hyped legacies!

When the gam streaks a beam of light trails for the shoal to wonder about, monasteries are in need of monks!

Bearded gloats and bearded stallion dare the olympic killing and the horrific stripping of parliament in variegated sensibility

How impossible is it for brains to criminalise the struts  of white house

It's migration of cash from network infant frontliners to adult toddles of title bearers
When did the epidemic start when Dizzy has not been equipped for the frontline

When did the fall out happen when desperate folks use a business of flies and a scourge f mosquitoes to mount a hive of bees

One sting, forty days and life ends in a cycle where queens feed on pollen soldiers

Fire and water are not elements in the frontline
They are not icons of brains and steps

Fire licks the leak in the vaults where double records still shield the heist of baby experts