Pick Your Poison


Die quasi-satin staining chains,
Fall off the brain's changing range
And hit the piece of peace's creasing plea,
The echo that shuddered the fluttering sea.

Sing to stars charging large,
Sky's blight may apply to rights:
Sandy romantic candy that lets the band see
And brandy strands the plans
Handed to hand and left to stand.

Truly full duty foolish pooling cool
Rules the prudes producing drool.