Created in the mind of a great imperfection err....

Created in the mind of a great imperfection err ….

Stolen from a nation of a perfect resurrection,
created in the mind of a sweet misdirection
Taken to the top of a afternoons malingering,
never saw a better time for us to be imagining

If we can keep it going we’ll go down in our pasts history,
paper towels in the incinerator won’t put out the flame
The lady in question was of the slovenly modern inventory
not on or of the side simulating any real falderal fame

Why can I fly amid these opulent diacritic tangents
and leave no earthly trace of my feat or flight
Can you answer questions proselyte or prosodic in nature,
without there being an elemental structure and light

Perusing through moments that there is an imperfection,
engaging in chatter with the intellectual taxonomic genetic
Would one explore commonly held beliefs in speculation
that sometimes better to bite off tongue than be acidic

A mind that lingers behind or is marsupial when at nurture
Can expect swift return of irrelevant and supine reticulation
And will find a strategically launched missile intent to rupture
bloated or extravagant natural and originating supplantation

before you judge Remember….we must never Forget…?

please criticise, but we might agree….?

Roscoe….