Point settle: their
perennial prompt for pension rises
looking beyond Governmental austerity. Failure:
rights disregarded as life's leaves crisply curl before falling into oblivion.
Prayers as ignored as due recognition. Wrinkled skins
s[w]eep onion tears tearing up electoral paper promises.
Clock plumbs time's well, swelling into tocsin double bind willy-nilly up blind alley.
Karmic maggots prepare sin recycling, filling degree
of transformation eating out shadow shapes g[r]asping,
to return for a further round of post-prandial pleasure
to avoid eternal sleep beneath the sods below daisies and marigolds.
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