People – pretty-n-all, selected and dressed in pink, if we wish it to be so Very Wisely Interpretive!
Have t-i-r-e-d their own might of WiReD minds out and to the f-i-n-a-l degree AND pedigree…
of laugh-out… low inDUSTry
They’ve even been sitting in rapturously rhapsodic verse and thirstily-thirsting —-
For anything else to actually happen/ the bored one’s are in-FACT staying in a state of permanent insanity because they can, it seems: They’ve UTTERLY been CrAcKinG UP and at the breakage of the sEaMs
Whilst, simultaneously, these other homespun hecticity(!?) of hErO appears
To wish to stILL smile, glad-ragged in suitably estranged attire and f-i-r-i-n-g(!!) from the maladjusted hip.. partially WELL-EQUIPPED(.) and paralysed into QuickThinking opinion – Oh, beautiful oblivion
We’ve EVEN watched them scream-and cry-and-spontaneously-SPIT
In the unaSHAMED face of hidden-adversity
Yes.
This particular venom of people APPEAR TO HAVE BEEN: a particularly poisonous and problematic thing, indeed.
And UPON their deathly-DEED of Dostoyevskian self-reckoning(wReCkInG-bAlL inSINuation, maybe?!!) they..
Have wArBlED and shrank and barbwired themselves to the mere-EaGeR(!) size NOW
Of n-o-t-h-i-n-g much anyMORE(!) but for: These GIANTS of monitored and minutiae detail —
And yes! The sting is indeed in their tale — of tantamount survival actually
It’s been a war, with warbling of AnTaGonIseD words: whilst an antagonised writer writes
