Someone spins on its own axis, and that’s okay,
Being moneyed all along, willing to let them
The fascistic overtures drilling the face-lift
Futile fury washed over the direction.
Sitting on anthems, a misdemeanour gone soft,
Slitting throats of the still wary, trophy aside
Walking for turgid exercise through the solid text,
Surfeit of characters muscling through heart.
The derelict faceilift goes through its time,
Overt promises moving in for the kill,
Loved over a certain dross, by understanding
Cash on delivery never sounded so sweet.
The heterogeneous screams danger at every turn
Revoking civilised countries from a sleeping sickness
The cosmopolitan birthday goes through the sly
Life manoeuvring on just the same, unknown.
The reciprocal gifts, caught unawares, assailed
Dog-eared supremacy stood on, over again
Needing to love the season, evacuated for a day
Gone through the times where everything sufficed.
The high-ended windows cry for survision
Scurrilous tasks to get to floor level
Slipping into hell like it needed an effort
Vainglorious sentences spin it’s own story.
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