Masquerading behind a velvet curtain, my prognosis.
Instead of making a devious mistake, it’s potentially uncertain.
Without much reflection, complexion or observation,
Sanity from above, undresses calamity from reception.
Inside a bracket of fury, exponentionally harmless…
Revealed inside a box of corruption,
Assumption rears its head, as if raised on magic markers
Do you find me coherent, questions awkward?
While boisterous horseplay interrupts the action
Insanity, I find you quite handsome…
Minus the caption replies presumption!!
It must be true…we’re all beginning…
To sound like grain-fed animal rights without legal intimidation.