Mia

Big-headed buddhist bears more books' brunt Surreptitiously seeking souls that don't stunt His hellacious hang-up for his head Despite the data douses his dreams in dread Might this mysterious man meet some mark? Maybe he'll muster more masses for the mission Dollars to doughnuts, he'll dig deep into the dark So the struggle sorta surmounts another's sedition Wait, what if he withholds his wearily-wrought wisdom Lest logical lives likewise lumber the lugubrious labrum? Would such a worry will a wanderer within his ways Or does this doleful digger's digest die out as he decays?