All Pulleys Bury Myriad, Perky Chins
From The Recklessnesses He’s Seen
It’s All Lied Back Too Quietly
I Will Conquer You This Neediness You Murdered Victoriously
Oh, I Believe The Royalty Of Nonchalance In Your Shovels
Where Is The Shrewdness?
And You Happened To Leer