Who is one to say unless they have tasted it daily upon annum?
A veritable smorgasbord buffet of deceit, open err, sleaze-guard vacated.
Force-fed thievery that slow roasted mutton, across the way, but a triangulation in part.
Heightened allocation, a downright disgrace, that towering invasion.
Gonad enlightenment, technological abberation in such juvenile placement defiled.
But where did it go, that substance Once Known?
Stolen in whole, not a moment one’s own.
Fourth dimension encompassment, totality abomination.
Without such, but nothing, to any of understanding; a vacated rostrum says it all.
Immoral unjustness, fooling none but themselves; main dish of reflexive constipation.
If you tarts think one is to buy the single perpetrator single location conspiracy – consult the JFK files: Juvenile Fucking Kaka!
