At least that much with PIN Services climed
To cash your Fortunes for us to consume
Yet, ask more what you Deposit, enlight
The Addict's Flavour our Taste Buds subsume
But why, after a Year's Half-Pie debate
Still your Velcroed Ghost we can't un-manage
Still, your Latined Face we entempt to bait
Though Absolute Value mums the Savage
How can we, for such Troubled Mercy's Will
One day these Settled Chains we liberate
One day, when all these Windy Flags be still
One sole HER our Acceptance contemplate.
If so much as a dew we can Respect
Then lighter it be for us to Expect.

Harmony invest this Heart-Thrown Device
And pull this Lever for your Notes enthrill
Turn Lutes into Clefs; With Lyrics advise
To melt that Stone which I'm hoping to fill
And fill with what? That my Shadows you hate
Either due to Skin or Past Demeanour
Spirits or Saints, whether regret this Spate
Or sour those Beads my Hymns endeavour
If by the Leech my Swell Petitions plead
And for once cast out my Determinant
Who, of all do their Valiant Soldiers lead
And left for me this Medalled Adjutant.
I took Reservations once. And it kills
Leaving room for Peace; Yet infest my Skills.

But why, apt this centred Sidhe decide
In her own Verbs your Best Herbiage enchant
And mix the addled *** O' Mandrake hide
Then by Best Pour that Mantra she'll incant:
"Impart this Softling! Nee' Life concentrate!
Rose-Round vye Princey-Noose to Shape betroth!
Reform Adonis! To Makeroose State!
Swell this Fruit from the Garden of Naboth!"
By Fruit she meant Grape. Which tempted the Fig
To feign its **** for your barrows be sweet
Which, even a wee, expand your Heart big
Praising one day your Late Romance repeat.
Even she of her Onerous Chants aware
Hugged dear Naboth his Murdered Earth laid bare.

Therein your Magic could never be blamed
Which God and Nature created for you
At least in Process which had to be named
To blunt those Spikes in whatever you do
I say Spikes - since they un-exist on-board
And focus that Blue whose Hands beg your call
Whilst flashes and sparks your Body they hoard
As they Rise and witness your Winning Fall
Force this Admission! Many want your Piece
Size Fantasy or Fact they still Demand
And you - devolved - laugh your Arm's only Fleece
By yours Encircled they cry Reprimand.
Essense Beknown, your Truth indeed does Wound
Less Blade or Bullet; Or even a Sound.

It was but a Course of Action by Time
To breathe on Investments I cannot spend
Such Example as you - Heaven's forfeit find
Which no Single Word would ever amend
Seemingly caught to distraction or deaf
Though knowingly such Bill is not your cause
Managers - or Clowns - which deranged of theft
To deny these Voices they tend to pause
Why? If added colour paint Green they bait
Shimmering their limbs what could be defined
Else filter this Journalist of Truth they wait
Or Heresy the Stalker would leave behind.
Such Friend once told me - which he analysed
I slapped his face; His cheek I paralysed.

Stumble your Block, you ****** Impostor
Or how many of you you wish to clone
Eager to bend his Fan's Growing Angle
Of your Missing Point to leave him alone
If so Profit this Putrid Geometry
Where Lines divert to un-healthy function
Result - scribbled Mentionless and Phony
Which senseless end make no worthy Junction
If for once my Addiction fell for you
And haply take the Lottery you own
Shall no Fruit will bear; Nor Sentiments true
Of my Expression your Air-Bag has blown.
One's only way - to place a Stone on your Pane
Though address my Heart to cry you Insane.

War! War! And after the War, bleed more War!
How much more would those Minionettes cry out
Endlessly push-and-pull this Game-of-Bar
With you the Fulcrum; Possession they shout
As if by Right your Individual owned
Which even I in my Hidden Cloud charge
Was, by the Slinged Girl, a Teaching reversed
And basked me a Criminal hunted at-large
Though Planned Stripes advertise such Good Intent
Which most Merry Tigers usually do
Hungry for the Duiker his lives numbered spent
And by the Letter his Muzzle out-grew.
So how could this End if Focus they increase
Your Lion by the Sword? Your Bullets un-cease?