Broken-ended by way of mannerly persuasion, namely wherein the playful plagiarist poet will oh, so willfully attempt to make meaningfully mediocre sense
Some shy lines which have been needlessly imprisoned aside viciously sentenced both intricately implemented marvellously well against
These wrought, iron bars of metaphorical majesty
She sees fit, both feels
Ferociously farAWAY = probABLY more willing than she shall ever surely know-it.
Truly, Julie … please kiss me at the crick of my tenderised neck
If you wish to watch and sit with my over-elongated pen
Set to press itself gently against
Your hostilised heart a fair while
Smile – it ain’t gonna be worth shit by the end of time baby, but right this minute… … oh my!!