Farts of the ignoramus puff through any uncracked mind—
Settling like a godzillian foot upon tarnished eyes a-blind.
Waving at oxblockheads gumming waivers to their hinds—
Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks in acidulated times.
Intravenously syphoning squalid travesties from the kind—
While postulating perverse poverty is secretly maligned.
I don’t know what I am doing anymore.