That soft slumber of emotive intellect and all sorts of sideways talking imbeciles- priorities and upper-class, high-end people carrying WITh them this sugarcoated sense of undoubted paralysis … … deeply embedded MERCILESSLY inside of antagonised EYED.
Why, oh WHY, though, SHOULD THEY EVER HAVE TO rhyme!?
A call to antagonised arms, and we do suppose to properly-both-purposefully propose
A maniacal thing of interested-both-over-invested and MEANdering mannerisms
To take pride of PACE!!