Dedicate yourselves to a masterful way, to say whatever bleeds via wonderfully weathered lips

There are people out there who knew the answers before it all ever started

And they seem to be blessedly pressed against, the need for utter damnation, from these lesser ones who know no better than…

To suppose lacklustre views and hypocritical spills – condemned lips which quip like distasteful crazy but fail to meet our wide-open approval

And they never quite partook – dreadfully misunderstood – in their very own incredibly exceptional inadequacy, did they though?

Of course artistic endeavour makes the world go round… these people begging to feel the same as both you and I

High lights and magically low lows, either way we meander to flow, whilst they remain purposefully blamed

Frozen laked