Why can correctness bring
Rigors of cocky bliss?
Shockless pursuits when cleaved
Flounce in a vacuum tube

Bent on a ruse
Hung up on craft
Mimic at speed
Vacuum ensues

Horse shit becomes just so
Arranged in a fluer de lis
Fragrance is in the eye
In the beholder's nose

Bent on a ruse
Hung up on craft
Mimic at speed
Vacuum ensues

Brought up to writhe and crap
Out on a scaled-down stage
Sway under muse of self
Pelted by rotting thought

Bent on a ruse
Hung up on craft
Mimic at speed
Vacuum ensues