What hath cometh of righteous questioning
with an orderly spell râd gracious begang
Doth the bluest metscipe speak continuously
Monotiounously
Sharply
Conformly conformity
Gaudy tô cyning utmost prosperity
He slates and I quote,
“Slowly have a traveled
The leading cifesboren, twêonol.
I, with inweard twêonian, a mere
Brick on the throne of insanity.
Death, a calamity to upward molarity.”
He spoke with charisma and confidence
His stature, malicious and incontinent
as his furred heiress walked -his charred cneo bent-
Each lie
His wide and gaping stride
welcomed one’s own fear into the surrounding
His actions lyrical
Breaths, deep vowels; satirical
Loving grin, deep jarring jawline, empirical
He filled the room
Bigger than a big blume broome boom
Challenging a phasing blaze
Whom should it consider
The visitor
The inquisitor
He summoned alone
Brought with him the tone; subjective
-j.broadway