Arm twisted ambitions
keen deaf listeners
hearts joyfully and quickly pumping to dead lies
what a murky sphere?
What rickety vessels
On a million mile sail
All this pounds on a twig so frail
Such a poor vision for such a long foggy
This knees that hit each other when they walk
And nostrils that smell no scent
But scent of every cent ever engraved
Go’damn !corroded logic
What a delusion!!!