Ugly Makes for Awesome Delusions, Sir Engineere


Hellbent on stamen and stipula

He knows no less than to associate

All crests interrupt when distraction’s wise

All crests interrupt in disguise

All hills tell them they belligerent witches to lie

To steal to die

In terms of lust or dust or rotten trust

I would do neither if I were broken

But to go on is life’s curse,

And leaving the forgotten behind leaves too much room for ghosts who know not

The disguise is foolish for it singes the skin

In other words

It doesn’t matter that much

Sorry, poetry friends; I’ve got to go now. Pumpkins and family to tend to.

Also thanks for the delusions. No really; YOU are ugly.

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