All the Kings Horses
by Folly· from Resist Convenience
Excellency, by the time you read this I'll be gone.
Long gone.
Gone Long.
NO longer adorned in robes, nor the finest of armor.
Wayward grows a light exponentially beseeching me. Divergent boundaries suck the ocean in.
Spit it out! Spit it back at my face! Testify/Aliby.
Mother nature vbersus father nurture.
Oh monarch, throw your towel in!
These minstrels must play their flutes at will.
Hurry up, Protect your people, incompitent foll! So overwhelemed with publicity, lacked patriotic integrity.
But what's more ridiculous - talking eggs breaking or the horse that are trying to fix them?
Dug as ditches and trenches, bookends on benches, the life of the party,
hog-tire park ave, monopoly.
He claimed he knew cindarella.
'She was a whore let me tell ya'
A Whore?
Insider trading with the earth.
Chitter and chatter and haggle and hustle for all it's worth.
It's either human flesh or soil, replenished from each other.
I can't stop recycling self.
Come on!
Dissemble the conscience.
Long Gone.
Gone Long.