a strewth sleuth of truths
Only one to realize
They lied to is
Grappled thoughts hazed out of all sincerity
Twice them gamblers cast away all integrity
A dire dice reveals fear & loathing tosser going for a price
Lost to waging another wank with nirvana.
Witness these winners
Outlining unspoken words
ratified a squeaky line of cheese
A meta-more selfish imitable of an Ovidian
Sniffing bloody bursts of betrayal
Carcass cordoned off by pissing yellow tape.
Not a John Doe – Fate confirms
But your own star crossed lover.
Two tall tale tellers serve hyperbole on the gossip scene —
Two punks who ain’t true to punk for the right reasons.
Caricatures emulate the shadow of these
Halve these egoistical errors-
clothed in night sheets — stark nude
Wanton to retire for a brief interlude
Sleuth blooms an alternative truth.
Hooked on Floating points & this video is autumnal in the mood. #goatbahs