Lounging load
On a backseat toad
As the sky corrodes
O’er the Titan of Rhodes
Sanguine smile
Immerses the child
And leaves him beguiled
By a life so mild
I was born
Without a doubt
Heeding scorn
Through paper pouts
Destitute **********
I only sell tape
Twofold swords, crass salutes
Deep heart and minds agape
Losing the point of life
To a sleek carbon knife
I am not saddened
I will be hardened
Cheer for whatever comes
And you will be deloused
In the swaths of kingdom’s sums
Amounting to a mouse
These days float on
With nary a thought
Marmalade veil on the dawn
Keeps me from the rot
Nothing will keep you
Don’t marry your hands
In a prayer so shrewd
To be as small as sand
Easily blown over
Into aloof waters
And sent away sober
Into the mile-old clotter
Perhaps I am a child
In the way I was defiled
But I was not soaked
By time’s stalwart cloak
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
Lounging load
On a backseat toad
As the sky corrodes
O’er the Titan of Rhodes
Sanguine smile
Immerses the child
And leaves him beguiled
By a life so mild
I was born
Without a doubt
Heeding scorn
Through paper pouts
Destitute **********
I only sell tape
Twofold swords, crass salutes
Deep heart and minds agape
Losing the point of life
To a sleek carbon knife
I am not saddened
I will be hardened
Cheer for whatever comes
And you will be deloused
In the swaths of kingdom’s sums
Amounting to a mouse
These days float on
With nary a thought
Marmalade veil on the dawn
Keeps me from the rot
Nothing will keep you
Don’t marry your hands
In a prayer so shrewd
To be as small as sand
Easily blown over
Into aloof waters
And sent away sober
Into the mile-old clotter
Perhaps I am a child
In the way I was defiled
But I was not soaked
By time’s stalwart cloak
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