Because she Confirmed you, Knight of the Code
You are Free to chase the Lady in the Store
Who, sorting Perfumes, knew your Season's mode
And the Mist she sprayed had your Hour's accord
As many Tarry-Bugs strolled past your scene
Which was some Bat Insurance on your part
Free of Price, you stole a Puck from her Bean
Then Hormones exploded like a Work of Art
And speaking of Art, have you seen her Dress?
Scarlet Black Stripes; In Faith a nice design
Which was fine, her Mum had to redigress
Else force the Storemaster to make her resign.
She is Yours, the Sun's Blessed Rays Reveal
Pocket her deeply; And lock it with your Seal.

Your Flesh be Verse; And Verse such Sacred Hymn
Make less Errors to our Enduring Chant
At least in her House; Behonour the Plym,
A Shrine to Sacred Masculine's Romance
Which is why, should Family Codes must Heed
And keep Tradition on its Darling Trend
Will please the Patriarch; And out of Need
Spread your Print to Generation's End
To which I request in Respect-of-Doubt
That of your Leather please Decline to Sell
For your Light's Sake; And Innocence abound
To scrape that Dust off your Candle be Well.
Then your Babes appreciate Such in you
The Adhesive Partner; A Friend as Glue.

To move in Reflex, as Earth and Air kiss
Sport Water to fare that Steel Jungle cool
And stunningly Ritual; One I dare miss
Bid the Twinkle-Toes and harped like a Fool
Fools. So saturated yet most reserved
That a Semaphore my Loose Restraints such
To feature my Craft; Though Elements conserved
And leave you Two free to hone your fine lot
Figures. That Speech slumber by your instinct
Yet left me asking which Equation true
Amongst your limbs - flip Angles by distinct
Then shaped the Art and Miracle as you.
Quite expected, though not in such Degree
With her in-waiting, as I chop a Tree.

Yet still how the Mind would by Conscience clear
As Pickled Brains could those Sooted Clouds mop
If Facts extolled by such Roomed Degrees fear
The Elder-of-Age; Check deserve his Crop
That by addends of his Résumé, form
Match sordidly less to his Passion burn
And plomb much Skin; Past Generation's norm
Make less easy for Child Labours in-turn
Unless hammered - again - wax this *** Refuse
To sacrifice your Male for Image spent
Soon Locks will rust; In best Demand abuse
By plucking the Peacock's Magnificence.
Can you Comprehend? This Well-Minted Voice
Ask for Pile's Honest; Beg for your Fine Choice.

You O Lovely Fingers wont disappoint
Press-Brand for Chocolate your Face enjoys
I recall these Roses; Such Heart anoint
Though sincere my Friendship less a Real Boy
At least by Theme my Good Sense offers Cheer
Grateful such Sweet Reserve took my Notice
Though apart - my Pink Uniform arrear
Lowered your eyes from Expectation's complice
Yet - if by Soul or Spirit must I Sing
Which soon your Honest Clocks will reap your Love
Less auxes and call-works; Haply I ring
Wear this Headset; Connect his Kisses above.
Till then - my eyes - must genuflect your Cause
Stern an Agent's Wear; Soft a Woman's Gauze.

Soonafter post the Mandarin Event
When all Blimps had their respective Kids filled
Your Lads celebrate as a Member spent
And rinse whatever Slime they had distilled
Then your Head, turned to such Species galore
Jewelled with Contracts which fulfill your Age
Then you Heed - to Darling Trend after all
As most Males Come; And come employ the Rage
Why not? As your Prime and Flavoured Program
Enjoy the Spice which the Stars-and-Stripes feed
And with that - toss Inheritance by spam
Then dive to such Pool which most Females need.
Tether you hither, Testosterone boom
With Estrogen mix; Then announce your room.

If News be Truth, then Prompt those Words with Rage
By all Concepts infect Facts with such Charge
Though cause-admitted did Foredraw the Sage
Despite these Attacks by Support at-large
Still Welcome be my Martyr's Fort allow
Though expect more Rallies and Protests come
To breathe-in Peace; And Peace be Forged below
The Hammer's Soft Skill train the Anvil numb.
And in that Sense must the Doctor's Palms take
To Prognose which Infected Parts must Heal
Subtract the Ruse; As Silence frosts your Cake
Which Dull Recorders use your Prompt to Steal.
Stain your Male with Gold; Best be left un-morphed
Yet Scroll your Bearings; And Direct your Torque.

So many Patties fry for your Reward,
Still puffed under knead their Dough tries to bite
But what of Taste, if consider the Hoard
Forget this Flavour by Hunger incite?
Yes. Food. The regular Consumptory
Hidden in that hose which you call a throat
How far would you reach? At times compulsory
Lick choiced Branches whilst the Fruits will gloat
As for me will my Basket's market spend
As soon as the rains wash my raisins quench
For Assurance thereout; Another Thief lend
Networked my Returns; Then bathed in my Stench.
Fine. If that be the Course of how you Play
Go eat your Patties. And have a Great Day.

It's not by the Eye the Silver Screen spells
Though hone your Body should Credentials meet
Some will Mentor; The Rest maintain your Cells
Which soon must Dance to Fine Arts on the Street
So what if, Athlete? Those Dimensions bound
Square their Markets for your Vessels expose
And if Succeed - a Slave's god be your sound,
Exchange your Musk for their Bidding's propose
It all depends. If Good Company keep
Though keen your Conduct must always rely
The ****** could be; Bound to Vices seep
****** bladed Virtues to never say die.
On my Skin, if the Sage's Path I chose
My Guilt slit my Scars; Then Shame me although.

Strive that you Love her. And perhaps you do
Post juggering Flashes your Heart does beat
Re-Live to Celebrate in Joy review
Her Name so Tender your Shy Mouth repeat
For such your Wage for Honoured Labels earn
In cast with Five Crossed Pundits of the Muse
With their Invite does qualify your Turn
To ****** their Suns; Yet sustain your refuse
Which un-certain as why to scratch my head
If with your Benefits make you Deserve
This mostly will Bow; And the World condescend
To the Heartiest Tale we should have heard.
But still your Locks possessed your heart must Drink
Invest for the Few; If Opened will Sink.

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.

You can't be in Love whom you do not Know
As to Lock a Heart which you do not Own
So these Sages tell to such Mind would blow
Then **** the Spirit his Labours reknown
Yet as Souls oft do these Teachings re-think
And bask the Summer of these Elder Days
What's Taught be Sought; Then stone June Harvest's sink,
Permit everyone's Telly to do the same
So be it. Fine. Let those Vagabonds speak
Thinking all too well their Cosmos composed
Be Wired to their Fines; Then proves them Weak
Do with all their Noses bleed then disposed.
And now the Smile - when Lady Charmer breeds
Gasps with all her Gust; Then sprinkles her Seeds.

Which Lock and Key your Fine Maidens remit
To keep one such as me in that Sorrow?
Perhaps, for Just and Everyone's Benefit
Let Clock's Hand Scales reveal for Tomorrow
So that, even Business was not to Portend
And scramble the Values your Heart reserves
That, if Un-Leashed, Scandal brews by Contend
And drag all Praises down to their Conserves
Shall we suffer Debate in the Parliament
Then allot those Knocks with your own Heart's Vote
Else apply this Witness for Testament
With a Boulder lift your Hard-Pressed Devote?
Patience me. That Kiss behind your Accept
Frown his Blue Face; Then perfume your Decept.

Why, Herb-Filled Friend, shall I startle your Seal
On such Best Post for your Activity?
You, one so far, offered your Selfless Deal
If only Cloned admit your Destiny
That indeed Best - YOU - of your Words enflesh
Your Inner Owl which Riper Counsel take
Across me - WILD - of Rowdiness enmesh
Mirror their Image your Alliance spake
No other Discourse would Translation find
For the One closest to your Sweeter Bond
If ticketed your Admission remind
How with Silent Pills they grew you so Fond.
You deserve such Heart Pure as your bag's sling
Live that Moment's Shot; And such Smile you sing.

Questions be Torture for this Starving Verse
As to why your Influence fails to recede
Like Volcanoes snuffed its Syrup disperse
And Imprint your Brand on such Sterling Deed
Faith until when you by Define announce
That your Flavours dissolve by Age or Kind
Even the Samples - such your Verbs pronounce
What truly confers your Fast-Inflaming Mind
Still those Virtues in you always Preserve
Though be a Member of the Russian's Skin
Pursued by his Trade; Though Funds you deserve
To place your Bounty on Prudence so thin.
You know your Hands; And by Hands will Mature
To scrape off your Soot; Thus your Blade be Pure.

All but the Tastiest Stars recommend
The very Batch of Lights we should absorb
And you, pity must your Choices first end
Decide the Easy Kilogramme at-store
I should have known this; But what has been
Drink the Passioned Chalice prescribed by choice
Which, merry-mastered as you should have seen
Up-Turn a table Jolly Jesters voice
Now whose Scale weighs? Without the aid of Gold
Judge whose Denser Form labels sentient
Mine the Sour Air; Yours the Sweetest Hold
Either which pick the Prime and Pertinent.
I'll take my Leave. But not a Coward's Coat
To wear the Moon's shoulders; Yet still do gloat.

On Thousands squared add Tens then Sevens score
Will the Curry-World know what City's Fruit crave
Again-and-Again their Mint Hands adore
Thus clean the River's Edge for their Bright Knave
This all I know. Let your Charm do the rest
Far beyond Bloated your Experience spare
Where Mongers conjure; And Living Stunts test
The Juice such Plum flavours most Fingers there
The Artist speaks. Yet not from my Groaned Hand
Bejewelled by Bullies for my own East
Though Offers apply; Yet apply on Sand
Will browse Sentiments at the very least.
So the Poets live. By Paints and Notes dare
Till then, Flesh-Poet, my Heart sees you there.

Not by random will these Faces compare,
These Sovereign Dainties blend just for you
Though slaved, willing to burn a Worthy Stare
And apt to earn your Felicities true
After all, Honour deserves worthy besought,
Worthy as Valued as Mulligan's Cat
Forchance, win your rare and clawful Grace wrought
Your Link once Opened by Reservation's at
Yet for these Faithful and Endangered Few
Whose Active Translation misunderstood
Tend the Forest still; And tendered the Hue
To filter your Baby's Innocent Good.
Perhaps on my Mind's own Weather debate
Your Judgment the Sun; Your Jury the Rain.

Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate
Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem
In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate
Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen
So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion
And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know
That, of ****** Faith, his Good Lad mention
The Living Savio which always must Glow
Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress
Because of these Prayers your Smile embed
He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less
Only until her Pudge was merrily fed.
Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since
And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.

Qwerty how your Current Species must thrive
Of Decade-Space-Nine-Precede-Units-Three
Till this Decantery states his Arrive
And spreads his Menu on how to be Free
Or LIVE! Whichever Road suits your Best Spice
After all, Sharks-on-Ribbons you abhor
Yet must not come to you as a Surprise
For Mum and her Nudgies push your own Fore
Yet Understand: Such Meaning dispossessed
Take Growing Values your Difference prone
And if you Comply, least your Arbor stressed
Partake your Conscience then leave you Alone.
And alone as well till my Fuels have Spent
Then search for Another less your Consent.

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.

Then in your mind those Back-Up Clouds conjure
Beneath those Raisins on what to do next
And overhead - the Gold State's Hand demure
Filming your Profile in place of Context
It simply cringed since her Rich Stem exclude
Far beyond sight on how she must obey
Yet on your Screen - HER - on how she'll include
Song or Sanity to rev-up the Day
Remember. Please. These People of the Board
Place Fashion on such High-Stroked Chins alike
Such Fresh Flesh for Sale; Yet ready for hoard
Approved their Culture as a Rage-on-Height.
She has your Access. Though miles from the South
Beckons her Will by the flick of your mouth.

Mark me, Selvester, this Daring Usurp
A Pest my Tongue re-billed for his Adage
Cursed and Rewind as my sudden re-worth,
That Sorrowing Feature pronounce his Rage
Yet secured for me in Distance refuge
My only Song they Restrict to proceed
Mind-Germs - OUT! Licenses, better indulge
But only to peruse a very Good Deed
Yet, struck by Mortal Dimension's Belief
Will be that Edging to elaborate
Given, Time's Right Catalogue in relief
All Documents signed are for their Estate.
Your Title they own. And justly Assigned
Blood rules all. By Stranger's Virtue resigned.

To Adjust those Keys laid bare in your Display
Where Mindset and Wit take hours to perform
Then ply the Goddess of Vaudeville's way
Promote her Issues as Emotion's Storm
So would mine be the Flavour of her Act
And follow her Wares draught for Reasons why
Maybe my Life, such dictated from Fact
To Servitude create Voices on High
Loony. And Scary. So many sane Verbs
Plot these Parcels think Citisens are blot
Yet soon as Decrees worm-out into Words
Would Prune-Filled Dancers bake these Creeds forgot.
Happily sprint, and plate in all Life's flat
Accept this Tea's spread; And for Tea begat.

Bless those Executives thrive you en masse
Whose Assets strive your Esteem promote
Whom with Percentage page their Profits cast
And leave a Question on your Inner Note
Yet by Reason does Economy dwell
Such Talent alone cannot propagate
But - Family's Cause a Noble Heart sell
Is all too deeming to incastigate
So all was naught for your Robin's Cage win
With one but sole worth mystifying Dame
Oh well! Courage drink their Juiciest Sin
And Scanted Virtues are one and the same.
That is a Fact. Your Stark Image survive
Flow with the Flow; And clip your obvious Hide.

Inspiration comes as Inspiration goes
As so do most Pressed Muses come into Play
Smooth Voices hamper what Peace left on your Toes
And mix your lot's Pride to a Concentrate
So perhaps if your Plans to Fold become
And force Honest Pleasures by Category
No more these Marks sent; As Two become One
And drive away Fribbles on Alimony
Though your Tone - as Fixed as a Girl's Decide
Which Colour or Drape will admit her Best
At least your Point announce as they Confide
Whether to Move On or keep their Life's Zest.
So if you Tell, place your Image at-risk
And Condemn your Sponsors for Others to frisk.

Poets, as per Priests, by Charity thrive
Yet rake the Best Features for their intent
Divers, as per Dames, by Fashion's revive
Draw the Choicest Models for their content
You see? How common their Modes do vary
Which fulfill my Teacher's Will to Connect
Where - make abode - Purple's Pimpled Folly
And slip each other's Secrets in retrospect
There is an Answer; Which one Theory hides
But through the same Dame's kiss endorse a Hint
First - pump her softly - careful! She subsides
And leave your Buds more than a Taste of Mint.
So, a Poet are you; Your Flesh the Words
A Diver am I; My *** for the Birds.

But would you Judge the Matter by a Horn
Since they Fail to Meet your Revels, I suppose?
Pasty Rebels do indeed cause such Scorn
Yet Blame them Not for the Themes they Propose
Hence their Names. And just as Proud their Support
Though Blind Praises your Base Human refuse
To Feed the Owls; With Worms their Claws report
Sieve the Trendie and Nottie by your Cue
Our Business, it's not. So banked by your Time
As Circles and Lines define your Scripture
Thinking - how prolonged such Kited Define
To stomp the Sinner yet save his Feature?
Do I speak with Gods? Or Titans less base
Prior to Digress just Salted your Face.

The Flower-Artist-King, hail you Sweet Divine!
A Shining Sample of Twin Blessings both
Cast on! Draw on! The Magic on this Pine
Surpass the Light's Creation from the North
Did by chance a Mum called Talent gave birth
And merged the Renaissance by accident?
If so, cast the Fates to string your Spring's Mirth
And weave these White Pages by incident
Listen, dear Art! And adopt a New Name
To which those in Potent Pens inspire
All you equalled be Great; Since Greatness came
To carry the Human in us transpire.
Fortune signs your Pen; And the Stars reply
On your Deserve; Such Branded Name does fly.

I since pocketed these Letters of late
The Name which spelled Indifference to me
Though Un-Faulted, salt those Trenches of Hate
Are those my Performance has come to be
So that Lesson - engraved - frown this Compass
To which this Arrow de-values the One
As such looked to Heal; And oil-out this Pass
To let my Weights submit and prove un-done
Yet, sooner or later, such Plant out-grows
And release its Denser Fruits long did bear
Realise, its Pulp too sweetened it blows
Sugar to Poison; Much my throat will tear.
My Uncle once stood, and stood in Divine
The Heart does not breathe; But bellows in Mind.

Youthful One, Blessed God's Fingered Hands Youth
How we met in this White Dimension fill
And read your Verses with Roads of Fine Truth
Does mend my Doubtful Moments for the ****
Such were the Visions imprinted at Hand
Which the Gun and the Weeper beg for Place
Yet *** these Minuses for Creation's land
Your Fashion by purpose ignites my face
Now, for your friend's Warring Moments let Balm
So your Connection induce their own Growth
Just let those same Verses promote their Calm
And see how long will Inspire their Worth.
Then she arrives. And your Gift no longer kept
To feed this Dying Earth after she wept.

Life and Love.
Defense and Attack.
Boys wear Pants whilst Girls wear Slacks.
Students study, as they do, so they say
By the their own Proud Youth - yet reek with Respect
And Worthiness to other People and the Like.


These are the Roles - Tasks and Obligations
Which every Individual does in order to strike
The Goal intented.


As the World rivets by,
And Beggars moan for Alms,
Every person has some Role day-by-day;
Singing Psalms,
Thanking God for the Gifts gratefully given.


But as I say, as we are aware
That each of us has Roles different from
The others.
Specific, as what we call them makes
Us Special in some way.


We gain Originality - Uniqueness - the Factor
Of one Good Kindness
But is not the Perfect Role - no more, no less.


And so we Search, by-and-by
Even with the Onions we consume which
Makes us Cry.
Soon, we began to love Victory and notice
A certain Title which makes a Sick Story:
"THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES; BEST BY WAY."
And began to scan the Multitude,
Wondering what they could mean.


The People, everywhere floating around us like
Fish,
Being noticed that Something in themselves
Create a Tinge of Belief.
BELIEF! That's it! Belief in one's self -
The most Perfect Role of all!


With it, we Feed our World with such Classical Rhythms
That sheds a little Light for this World of ours
To be kept and treasured forevermore.


If everyone has Originality, they are more
Respected, when it comes to a Serious Society.
Furthermore, one makes use of his Gifts
Given by the Lord. And it is our Duty to Follow it.


And we will - for we Believe that to follow the Perfect Role
Leads to a Perfect Life.


At least, such is what I Think.
Of course, I could be Wrong.

One could Absorb your Stubborn Skies depend
Always in Place your Giggley Heart beseech
Though the News deny what we Comprehend
A Diversion cast her Arm within Reach
So who am I to blight these Palms interfere
Shake lots for Stones which analyse your Weight
And in her Notice lift Pebbles from Fear
To ensure both your Equal Tendons does freight
And just as well when your Timing will strike
Then purchase all your Experiences thereof
To lift this Altar; Rich in Offerings like
Then admit to her Moment's Heat so Soft.
I said I could. Though such Commitments break
If for the Mind my Week's Training forsake.

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If it be that Scribbling you recommend,
That Tug which based Best Masculine subscribe
Far from Recall I chose to comprehend
Your Dew-Shaped Image on that Train you ride
Perhaps a Bore? Or some Leisure intent
Wound dear Jack's Art for Snow-Flake's decency
And soon you Slumber; Whilst some Capture meant
The Holy Male betwixt Limbs may Fancy
Funny un-agreed, your Bewhistling Tune
Whatever your Issue my Tweets with her
Cast the Ghost's Slap-Face! My Frown be your Boon
When Filtered Friendships were what we confer!
Yet Hearing therein - of Ear's Hurt remain
A Mate's Sacred Whisper ignored in Pain.

Yet, as many as a Hundred Forceps, yet
Fail to traipse most of my Regrets succeed
Since fuelled most by the Sky's Living Bet
Placed ample Fortitude on me indeed
For since Delusion be mainly the Cause,
A Mask borrowed from Legerdemain's Cell
When lifted - spring the Ghoul in search of Pause
Begging for Alms dressed in Velvet befell
But just like you - a Format un-controlled
Where Germinated Passions do a-rise
Was what Sane Nature calls; Or so a-tolled
Burrow Favoured Moments in your Disguise.
You could just say, and let the Armour do
Weave another Net; And your Certainties too.

Certain with doubt for this Literature wound
To caress the Ox his Support provide
Then mark your Jack place his Proud Pole in boon
Strike exactly that very Theme confide
And so why frown the Porter by his Pen
When even he of Liberty takes Control
For all Benefits - yours and theirs till then
Live flowingly your Even Life install
You deserve this. Since seven counts twice six
All which Words its Heartened Senses will give
Many dissect; According to their Fix
Yet in Common apply for how they Live.
All that Matters, is that you are Aware
Which Side is which; And which Angle you care.

If the Reddened Mum would seek to Forgive
My Lone and Whale-Levelled Voice
Perhaps the Healing Tome would allow me to Live
And make Good Aspect on my own Choice. =))

It seems that each time I climb my own Pulpit
Hoping with my Values you could soon know
These Arrows stab me; Some ***** my habit
Whilst others painfully stub my Big Toe
I suppose, that even if I Intercede
Which by the way un-crossed from my Contract
Would such Fence stand still; Yet I supercede
Beyond my Instructions I would extract
Apart from your Blood. Yet such Energy bleed
Checking my Virtues to your Good Effect
If at least Fail my own Ripe Moral's need
Must then tune your Future to your best Aspect.
Though Foreign am I, my Message give Hope
Could your Heart brush Wax; And your Mind feign Dope.

Perhaps to Study those Articles then
Were Fruitful Reports supporting Caution
Of how Desperate were those Young Stars when
Obliged to offer their Lambs by Option
Of course, prefer they be Denied the Wave
Where Promises would make them Lords fulfilled
Hearts and Kisses do Stud; Yet none to Save
Their Most Precious Cloth for True Love's Distilled
These same Reports, if Advertised in Wear
Wonders how the more your Un-Wrapped Skin draft
Like Home-Grown Meat; Thrown for Rabid Dogs tear
And Profits these D---N Moguls live by Fact.
That your Sacrifice - Smiled - for Warm Heart's Win
Opened your Gates for Gold; But Stained in Sin.

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.

LOL! Your Elbow this Award does support
Since your Elders submerged to this Fact
A Model indeed; With far more rapport
More than any of us would keep intact
For the Plym's Primmed Legacy did partake
To testify your Undisputed Youth
Which rightly owned your Promises did make
For a City begging its Fresh Review
This time I'm glad that you shared this with Some
Who, by Right, their Light deservedly shine
Though, sampled only mere Sentiments come
Still their Impact does greatly reflect thine.
Upon your Retreat, the Trophy slaps your Bed
Wishing a softer Pew; Whilst you Rest dead.

I guess, within your Brand-of-Efforts brew
Stream-Soaked Ideals where Sentiments speak
Though occupied, replenish Thoughts a-new
Though Birthed in Praise; Simple your Tastes indeed
For one could pick your Choice of Hearts adore
Yet keep Investment to a Safe Degree
Given your Craft; With Statues plead for more
Wishing one Day those would shatter Free
I applaud you then; Valued by such Applause
As Smoother Humans bubble on the Rough
Regardless of Views; Such Malice bestraught
And let Three Sisters advise when enough.
Perhaps that would be the Theme of your Swine
To cushion Cravings; And comfort the Blind.

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?

We should know by now that New Year will bring
Of Twelve Chanced Markets chain this Bloated Snake
Though Jupiter with me; Your Irish will sing
Forecast picked numbers our labours will make
Anytime, or the Ninth, your Door will call
Once more please your dependent Manager
Who for all sakes clear our Bets on-call
And instruct your Craft to a Dowager
Of course! Long has such Naked Sport ignored
At last you their Best and Attractive Flag
To marry the Stars; And Profits restored
Will the best Monument they ever had.
For the Scot's Cry refuse their Occupy
A shaky result; Your Smile on-the-Fly.

Agreed with the Fact yet set to annoy
Which the Divers-of-Cathay had to Boast
And parallel his habits mark your ploy
Knowing well it has never been your Toast
So we shield the Mum; And back her Reason
Blessed be her Task for Correctness wont
Of twine Cultures each worn to their Season
With each their own Technique to Fame become
That this Plait your own; And stunned to amend
Insured of the Prime and Perfect Design
For Videos and Lights, void such Practice spend
Eager to promote the Youth which is thine.
That Youth the very Fragile Vase and Form
Sense these Vibrations then summon the Storm.

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.