She Thinks About Fame

She thinks about fear with quick step of right foot And thinks about why as she swings with strong left Why she can't think of a name When He's deep in his greed for more fame. Should it not be the case famous greed has a face? This greed for His fame should have Her blazed name for His infamous Self Hidden yet naked green greed of Her ego-less to be known and renowned, pre-nouned and revered. She thinks about envy to be set apart with slower right steps toward most famous of all parts on His left. She worries Her right to collectively fight to forget her DearLord's clearly wrong infamous death, A long-term event in autonomous greed known only in crossing His terror maligning Left deed He longs for omnipotence She knows as lack of enduring co-empowerment. He belongs omnipresently right She feels nowhere left to polypathically go and multiculturally come. He wants self-righteous omniscience She fears nothing cooperatively fun left to learn Where greed envy colonies greet Her past sullen deeds and furious inflamations wrestling with fear stepped out and in right of fame's polyphonic refining destinations steeped left Marching and arching preening while gleaning knitting while needing sleeping while slurping leeping while lurking blaming in shaming disgusting and lusting crusting while rusting lacking more lucking Infamous need to find absence of greed in original silent green winning ultra-nonviolet Her compassion seeding womb His humble defaming greed tomb.