I won't make this class globe glasses society.
It's a well-designed failure.
Success, that is.
Under whose conditional Midori,
did the grand make marnday
into a hearing that drank itself
to breath.
I'm not sure,
that's the Sock-rat refrain.
I'm listening to the fingers,
who are connected to the digits,
up the arm to the shoulds
and woulds and coulds,
and back to the spine,
tapped the tip of the nose
before ascenting
to fore's head.
It's inside!
Don't look upper deck.
I wanted to shake
and instead
I'm rattled.
Roman Ryan 