Cosmical Intrigue. Poem by Michael Gale

Baby breath's allotted time, only rejuvenates inhumane criminal crime...
Blessed days ahead for ye, lest we consume our mortal-ed vestige.

Cosmical intrigue delays uninhibited displays...
All consuming come-up pins-regale to hardened stays.

Regret not the slotted rot...
Brain-washings continually erase fond memories of dismal decay and
raunchy morals this festering faked sorrow and implanted sadnecsessity eaten food for thoughtless hatred and bigotry.

Hate, hate, berate...
Hibernate into a lofty languished Liberational lounge.

Regroup and scrounge...
Defecate all negativity into a wading pool of moral elation.

Raise once more the bar of celebrational liberation in freedom's hallowed peace filled halls of antiquity and norm.