Truth

Stifle not time tested, glowing fires Must you take heel, run pronto! Lt. Mira holding the poisoned cup to sip. Poker face, decks cleared for the volley, From a three decker broadside. A next please. Read Shaw’s Arms and the Man What of Sergious, The complete moron. Get your charge of the femina brigade; Decimated for all I care. For once the huntress becomes the hunted. You will come back frenzied truth; I Know. Star attraction of this friendship, Is the cacophony pedant. The morbid self-preserving wish. Take heed arrogance. Duty bound we can enter its preserve The armor is ethics and truth. Worldlywise cynic, you may be immune. No one is complete, be it man or the fair sex. Sure, Amazon your honcho is on the wish list. Nice girl, puff goes the smoke screen. Would the warrior care to know? Yuppie! What pincer moves, ‘Next Please’.