These Deuce Shadows, each of their own Accord
Stood sentry by his Strength's Pig-Skin Compete
Though Deuce-by-Scores less his Expect afford
Acknowledge another Mint Day complete
So she was Happy; As your Mum's inspect
To permit your Crunch for her Time's request
For whatever Purpose; Or Leisure bet
Ensure her Thoughts connect to your Life's Best
Though evident must your Sovereignty come
Least by her Nature lock Braces to your Path
Which - soon Released - a Marathon for Some
By her Method must steer your Geomancy.
A Deuce Day still. Double Joys doubled well
Your Mid-Bro arrives; And asks his Flannel.

And lovely must these Potent Shadows bloom
To whose Foreign Masklettes we must Remind
That Forceps - or whatever clasps the Gloom
'Tis better to Uplift and Throw behind
So I Noticed of Numb Silences fill,
Be Favoured versus the Pursuit of Wrath
For whose Grapes the Wrinkled Author did spill
And cause those Trenches quake on my behalf
Lessons pile Lessons more. And then by tripe
Sort from which Squares and Sly Spheres do Predict
Which Way is turned; Or Algorithms bite
Bend Points and Sinuses by Derelict.
Still those Shadows stand; As induced by so
Which of your Sexes be the first to go.

Schaüdenfreude pock less Pimples to his Face
And employ your Pass for his Love allow
From Onerous Programs dissolve such Disgrace
To break his Thoughts free from Shades disembow
But why these Flesh-Templed Bases compose
To wrinkle his Crumpets and fill our Sate
Then - through weeks - wound our Eyebrows be morose
And make his Misery become our Fate
Such Attitude - Un-Canny - Monstrous thereof
Fuelled by our Greedy Investments bid
Of Maps direct - Alien to his Betroth
Will Trample more of his Condiments hid.
That his Purpose - in Full Pie's Respect
Consumed he sees Fit - in all Circumspect.

Far past Fardels which these Signals carry
Any but Glitches pend we may conclude
That for intent Somber Moments tarry
Only to apply such Best Bet in you
So why do your Spot-Clouds drizzle Reason,
If Reason for Reason's Sake mark Reason's End?
Whilst by the Hand - cryonised by Treason
For whose Party those Tories do Amend
Yet prove this - in Waxing most Trodden Floors
Mostly encourage to Slip and Defect
Yet as we Lie - Hymns imprint on those Doors
Cruising our Handles to Resurrect.
And let the Will - in his own ****** Soul
With Clasping Hands seep a Part of your Whole.

As your Laughter burst Tears of Sigh Relief
Him having left your Morning Heart deserved
Purse his Regret; Your Shining Light revealed
And Transform to Prime Victory reserved
This is your Day. Which Days will follow Print
And more would your Candles stoke Blessings a-light
To Follow your Waves; Which Waves define your Mint
And make Honoured Suitors open for your Sight
By this - Friend - invest such Time for your Hour
Though Connected Bonds take much to un-tangle
That - in due Sincere - place Wishes from a-far
Only for your Joy which God will Handle.
And your Heart - the Reservoir - fills Great Sense
Share your Themes to the World; And all in due hence.

Those Multiple Mouths which Sing for your Hand
By your Credentials a Challenge to fulfill
Either your Choice - or Customs of the Land
Promote which Evidence raised on your Skill
And in such Moments were most Trials formed
By happenstance the Offspring of your Fame
How pertinent must these Addicts suborned
Inhale your beclaimed Coloured Life in Pain
Yet your Business keep still; And still your Invest
Twice the Income to allow your Tongue numb
By her Dictate; An Instructor divest
Keep Trolls and Nurses away from your Comb.
Yet what of them - so jolly Chant in Praise
Demote from Human; Promote to Disgrace.

Should we ***** those Skies to settle the Cream
And infuse Wicked Rhythms to your Fruit
Flowers of such Scents do pose by the Ream
And Mark this Herald-of-Excellence by June
Benign such Time - the Time of Merry-Month
Where Splashy Bonds condensate into Friends
A Dab on his Nose - Smiles bloom to the South
Apart from his Fly such Model amends
But to you dear Promise Rain your Career
Relieve Printed Points from Tweets inspire
Where Prime Sports Pop merge Belief in arrear
And place his Breath to your Mouth respire.
Oh, those Songs! How merry Sentiments sing
Naught, naught yet besought; Those Empowerments bring.