Much Sleep Beget Lack

A smile from comfort is full of orange concentrates get lost in it and be left behind by running mates an intruding cold hemisphere despite room heaters indoors all day, comes out only to drink herbal bitters a volunteer in the workmanship of sleep’s craft the mind is handicapped, the man then depends on his shaft idleness becomes the CEO and trims the fingers the curse of executively requesting for food lingers needs run in hundreds but she’s responsible for nothing time to sell her shoes, she’s gradually losing everything in the home, lack has kept a space and purchased a fax dormancy deceiving the interested and melting the only wax fortune takes a good snapshot of him meandering to avoid his image is the bright beam in the resulting picture his face is blurred stuck with poverty’s acne, begging to be cured unknowingly finding the knockout specialist in slumber previous attempts before the slip, wealth won’t remember a grand scheme to eat with no plan to work and destitution is inevitable with little attraction to luck.