Reptile In the Poultry House

Spineless behaviour, walks on mud and leaves no foot prints the creator’s puzzle, only unravels through difficult hints existing as one of morality’s abandoned orphans bladder is always full but preserved for subsequent plans the streets are in tears, the atmosphere judges in the suites of his doings, embarrassment lodges competes with the law and he sometimes win all certificates acquired have the stamps of his sin a show of mentality, cooked from spices without preservatives crime and unrest, becoming his adopted relatives dusted attitude fills the city with dirt and with the backyard of many minds, it flirts the water from his bath pollutes the nearby stream an ulcerous personality, in dire need of a healing cream what cleanses other mirrors, cracks this one imperfections, no more an excuse when rehearsed by man a sky diving soul which pleasures without parachutes lands with a fatal bang like one big shoot he’s touchable as shown by the red light of society’s quarantine karma and the badge, fighting to be his lasting valentine.