Conservatism is the process
That admits not anything first.
Religions are kept alive
Solely on conservatism.
Confounded from all of the confusion
Between that of wrong and right
I found myself firmly enslaved
By the political correctness
…Once intricacies discerned
And dire facts confirmed
You could not love your only daughter,
Just for your Miangiri,
At the festering corner of Boston and Queen
The Tasty Chicken House clings through May
to its Christmas tinsel, and is not long for this world.
Sanctioned colour murals under bubble script tags
Is static. For that reason, everything
It touches stagnates and thus decays.
We live in a universe that expands: