‘Reassembled Slightly Askew, ‘Tis Few Who Truly Knew The Real Error Of His Outlandish Ways’

This man-child – mild-mannered endured to be enthusiastic – knows nothing instrumentally imploded midst many an incrementally estranged thing

All of this reckless rhythm is needfully killing him, a shrinking-violet sensation when, really, he should have been playing at life’s courageous violin

And he appears to be multi-faceted, push ‘n’ pull barbarically magnetised beyond his years

Behind cranium-strained, kaleidoscopically-in-range everything…
And these purified people will worship and wait with wisdom aside snidely realised sedation for their very best friend

‘Tis all of it derogatory dog-eared

Lilac-suited, Lou-Boutin-booted, she is…

Upsetting the seedy applecart, bucking this God-forsaken trend set to start all over again – have an enraptured heart, please!!
Forever dependent upon the other trusted person’s soul-bearing ability to be…

Irreparable by anything arisen-to-arrive other than their paramilitary, glad-handed reckoning

Attempting to be, this miraculously dreamed for instantaneous instance – folded and gilded at golden-cusped, set-to-soar will

Can Manhattan really still be awaiting? All of these behemoth buildings still breathing to beat all of the odd odds… concrete-orchestrated imprisonment

The thrill of an ill-thought-of lip-spiller’s lifestyle
And parcel-wrapped, -strapped, via this superficially, sacrilegiously exploded existence

Let It Be
Supernaturally Giving
And he won’t settle for any less than what he does deserve exactly

His humour his number one go-to
Naked, bare-bottomed ladies his favourite flavour – taking their turns to felate and to savour

Electrocuting elation midst frightful behaviour

Marlboro cigarette perched, perfectly perpetrated to give ‘Cool Hand Luke’ birth

In the very first place
Matter of actuality – the rip-torn taste appears to be heavenly brush-stroked/gargantuan-gun-poke-fun-at-the-other-person

Albeit reassembled slightly askew, ’tis few who truly knew the real error of his outlandish ways

Forever failed to gain the upper-hand echelon – paralysed problematically, fair sizeably, unthinkably re-constrained ’til viciously implemented within

His buckwheat brain tames his bewildered brilliance indeed, feeds atop every sworn-to-be secretive evil
Needlessly

Yet… she still sees him, OCD or no-CD