Has averted the spoonfed
Of golden strays to make lilt
Tis much spangle by the foxes!
Tactics are not repugnant
But sullen smears would be thawed
That resentful ire cast over coagulated spasm
Any cringes that I never cringe
A pigeonhole that button holes
They detest what he adore
That mishmash in reticent deny
Emotes upon emotes to strip him dire
Trifles haven't heard of the trigger
Irony is my war slogan
Golden stars assured of the wanton craps
Stardom will not forget him who hardly crave it
Spewing gibberish from the beneath 'libertas!libertas!!Libertas!!!
Has the stolid coy being forfeited before
without melodies from yonder climes?
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