In as much is their illusion
Overly paired upon greasy
Delusions adeptly swallowed
Tongues are intently vacuous
Entrapment over decency
Always looking intently through
Pare a graft enlightenment too
Many takers stolen so low
Tide over shallowed depth below
Grading in sliding scaliness
Slithering inferno surrounds
Deceiving likeness bearing lost
Admonishment awaiting sin
Tax a dermal lining scorching
Existence burns so brightly dim
Not quite decent stuff your own gobs
