Confess! curse the creed
the commodity of truth cowards, consenting conspires!
The deafening discourse
agonizingly saturating the layers within sadistic desires.
A tender twinge of wince
The saddle-sores of a neurotic stitched reality ever since
Bogus blubbering buffoons babbling
the hearsay of hecklers, hushed harmony now hammering
The rants in their raised raspy repertoire
if need be reword the rhetoric before coming back for more
The platitudes they pontificate
the pendulum swings just call it hate, it’s what they regurgitate.