Maximum licks minimum cones
Unseen rods stone limb bones
Phones beseech each eye: watch
Wrists play for time, as zero
And infinity fight for regression
Via lines of best fit
Worship diets workshop brains
Stormier lightning, picnicking
On pictures of perfect poetry
Is that the goal? The great American
Fiction, mything around the Smiths
And Joneses, keeping up by keeping down
One step at a time, right Calvin?
Decline is a matter of Romans while
Emperors are impressions in sore minds