Mocked Pestilence

Because we‘re laden larders in the street

Inserted insects‘ incest, lewding links.

Rest‘ inside, viscous lard has thawed indeed.

Leer at you, bamboo shoots stay underwood.

So I shall poke, and shouldn't you concede?

Broke only me; no lint in lingerie.

Or limned is your selfish swell untoward?

Yes concert! Viscera shared among straighty!

Hung and crossed but have nothing to give in

As those words garnished our just in our sight.

So bundled not me, bang your girth psycho

With my wide-opened bars, with my kindred.

When my melt lipid meanders your mind,

Those Haunting futility matters nil.

Since ever I'll get repacked by elapse.

A shall, a skeleton can bleed mere vain.