Anything But Him
Peripatetic movement impedes as I draw near to an atrocious condemned king
Probing him, in conceptualizing & equating potential
Composure rapidly decomposes, investigating potential future
Ever so sickening to these eyes, sluggish gags massage my throat
Am I to develop in any fashion of this creature?
Recuperating composure and ingesting gags peripatetic movement finds its place in
contemporary time
The words I articulate to such a fiend, “Hey dad, how’s it going?”
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