is a courtesy open country price that
puritan to moral exits in foul shrubbery
I, the plaintive skiver laid down
the sentiment cliffs curving
as if by the soft drift
betwixt minimum of stopped age
falls and promise is your responsibility to
ensure when do I quit?
liz truss warm, again
I need to know
when do I quit? liz truss
it hurts the Generation Z
aspiring to become doctors
or businessmen with your blood
bash the casement meant
in dole times the spat of gout
nils risk-taking in Britannia
panic is sleep grouted
over time as everyone who is declared
to work calms
the front-line recession of hand
embroidered tea-towels
grubbing down on brightly
renovated furniture
sits the shiny topper in mint crisp the
snags of daily bread
docket and bannered narrows
the fields where no word men scatter
in the basket of livery
the pole-hook catches
hot shard brightly over
blind insurgency with the smart
polished floor prone on glee
lucent everlasting molfted balances
submit coated values at notice
there calibrated into a large
circular room is the
enzymatic breakdown
with the release of antigens out a pulp
chamber alleges like this one
in pure hops as a counter
weight given in the latent
naval for will through effusive
holy wallet sip under the topsoil
foot a life from the glass
glide house we watch in
the reprieve of self-test this
its unfitting dominion of
hate that peculiar combination
of affects seem to structure
the experience of life as
the back of back of shirkers
i chase down with a mouth
full of passwords change
periodically my repelled
endocrine at the bottom
of the report card
