Exclamation, aggravation
sidewinding sycophants
adulation, reputation
dredging dread for half a chance
to uncover a smother of dire-papal chants
scatter silvered platter toss incendiary ants
to the winds hard-pinned by the gust and bluster rants
whip flay the plants, scry to the sky that we could dry half a dance
don't give a glance
over shoulder
it'll make the stalkers bolder
so attests the folder we compiled
we've kept eyes on these guys before you were a child
so he smiled wild & wide, lean much closer I'll confide
how I lied
Our words are a high sulfur tide
I tried to set my stride straight
but straining through the system sets me to irate
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