Kevin Maroney - Crystal Drool

Vellous Webbing, a cotton intraception,
Chock full of every kind of deception,
a bleeding orifice, stuffed with wool,
to muffle the shot put off, to cover such drool.

Dead mind, your multifarous ramblings drive me mad,
as your thoughts tremble like the sand,
this glassy countenance scares my conscience,
and then sentences me to ponder your fraudulence.

To torture oneself in thought is truly the greatest,
the foulest testament to thou's hypocricy,
but never you feared for life or limb,
or frail sanity and saintly paradigm,

a crystal once sounded to me,
and it condemned me, then made me see.

Kevin Maroney

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