Sour "humanity"
Accredit me with the hand of ought
Spoken treatise, to decency is a vanity
Wide eyes and special kisses, for the man who can understand lot
Speed in a city, waiting on creed
To tell it's story, a wish in the name of virtue
Long before variety is a wish to burn, charity of seed?
What is a king to be, if no lip of truth, is a choice crude?
Carried infants sware at a sweaty ghost...
Liberty in a handsomer hair, is to be a rise in altruism let...
A shapely few to significance, is a wish that stole a home for a host...
A view of meagerness so mandatory, for a salt between the mercy we met...
In a care called promises, a hap of duty to wear thin...
Can a harping smile, save you from a sultry sunlight?
Sweet unction, sweeter function, of a callous lip to win...
The taste of when we are so famed in the future; is water wet?
Is anger better...
At a kiss than a shadow of suck, we make from the youth
Of a notorious skew, of waiting heaven's, that begin to stick to the letter
Of God's suicide, in front of you, and the angel's of couth?
Salt, pepper and pop...
Given the gambling of vice, a vertigo of staring simplicity
Can a humane doldrum, survive itself, for a wishy-washy stop
To God's kisses, when all you have is a road to sincerity and heed?