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?”