Whoever said too much heat?
Mangling sweet with lipstick on the gums.
The phrase in a flummox
beating its way into the wings.
Exposure to germs, all that
and kind of like the way singing
parches the throat.
I put the coat on in a huff.
Forcibly tough guy pranks
end in disassociation.
Only and after enervation
of reductive glare.
Pare me back or bicker, but quickly.
The jewelry itch done me again,
I don’t withstand much these days.
I don’t do ruffled feathers,
kindly carnage, sifting whispers.
Have one vague perturbed
precept radio flow.
Come on predestination
and express this as a farce.