Rhymed by uncontrollable, uncomfortable and oft than not crying-shamed time

His solidified eyes have been vilified by life – dozen degrees unkindly
And hanging by a shredded thread : this appears to thieve the better pieces away

Screaming to be : a well-wisher’s hidden entity of bare-bone and besieged reckoning
Carelessly enthused, refuses to go anywhere near but here

Sees something from spectacular kinds of preparatory nothing – the glutton for paramilitary punishment, she was parcel-wrapped and meant to mean the utmost of all and long before any of this ever got to causing itself to endlessly happening

Cradle-strapped and matter-of-a-factual-fact tantalised by rather comfortably seductive, soon as she strolls on in and offers him her artistic hand … offers to satisfactorily dance like no-one has been watching

Because, really, they haven’t … and they shan’t
Ever manage to bandage it all back together again and mesmeric-ally meet themselves immediately at the middle : of this plagiarised dream

All
Of
It
A
Sickening
Kind
Of
A
Wishfully
Inept
Thinking
Upon
Their
Paralysing
Parts

Just must ask, what is this oracular ability? Seems they’ve been waiting with their seething fists inexorably embedded, thumping and bounce-about readied til deceptively bloodied : for The Tambourine Man …

To actually, finally, oh so very naturally come upon a sentimental song of highly-strung persuasion …

And manage to steadfastly make minuscule molehills from gargantuan-ly inopportune mountains

Lonely and alone, they peer over the other person’s cold-shoulder again … and suppose to propose one next over-invested question : when will it all – make. sense. of. itself?