Fulcrum levers ferment toxic drinking.
A saddled city gaping to malaise
Endures conjunctive arrows beckoning
Curtained arms hasten on your swing best days
If blind fogs coat the revealed injuries
Like tendered troubles drawn to replace bad
And daily deals convened from new queries
Address brave clairvoyance as being mad.
Forgive belching doorways retreating close.
The exhaled candles reserve better yields
From burdens born in praise harvesting rows.
Their solemn cries cultivate urgent fields.
“Seed solution makers to script shaved lawns
When our needs require purpose to fame dawns.”