So ...
shifting with juncture demands
i'm checking for a loose shoe-lace
(too, plodders may trip
due to, cagily-pitted paths)
i'm hardly convinced, though,
a deficit due a careless tie.
Momentarily, it's a bad place,
there's less than
a penny's-pence in pleasure.
And so ...
perfectly formed decorum
appears where, in this land o'
catty-stealth that steals?
Yet, justification's wing
fly's a distance unknown
not even god goes there.
Like all ...
i'm subject mental shifts.
bullying gods push with ease
such anemic souls
of this more-than-by-now
10,000-year ... thrashing.
Despised variously
by Heaven n' Hell
fate has eaten these rebuffed
flesh n' soul like candy
there's naught but empty
wrappers, now
We need more-than justified
CONFECTION, after all those
perfidious bites, of ...
raw ... MEAT!
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