The plan-tackle Wretcheds
The treat-splintered Hodes
The monkey Non-lifters
That seize oft the holes
For them, did I back-break
For them, did I glean
To fill face-less Shifters
And grifting Untweens
Soon settle my Upstakes
Soon twiddle my Oughts
I less waste my Enjeans
I less waste my thoughts
No longer line Sprockets
To satsply their greed
I've lit my own rocket, now
I'll grow my own Need
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
The plan-tackle Wretcheds
The treat-splintered Hodes
The monkey Non-lifters
That seize oft the holes
For them, did I back-break
For them, did I glean
To fill face-less Shifters
And grifting Untweens
Soon settle my Upstakes
Soon twiddle my Oughts
I less waste my Enjeans
I less waste my thoughts
No longer line Sprockets
To satsply their greed
I've lit my own rocket, now
I'll grow my own Need
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