Lottery gaze

Bottom-ended stilt bi-pegs
Bi-polar arm-rest desk
High-browed palm wrestling fest
Putting down baron wastelands to bed
Picketed spoken signals showcase prose’s like party banners
It cognitive therapy for a morbid drenched phantom
Giving CPR to a rotting cadaver
Plutonic fluids flow forth
Stiletto heels with a cocktail dress, models through pensive downpour
I’ll hit pause, flip-through dim thoughts
Blow torch glows prestige with subtle ease
Just decree, like crowns on thrones with a baton to pass-down a pious esteem
Pinnacles get conquered to envelope the resting point with a flag of note
I’ve got my flag well-coined, plus this loin is ironclad
Well stitched, interwoven by this salty hands wits
Tapestry to blaze serenity to the edge of vanity
You claim morality like a courteous rapist
Who screws inquest as a tool to find penetration
Just to bypass the repose to victimize the victim with infiltration
I hate it; you harvest it, how thoughtful of you to get permission
Albeit blind to the means that sacrificed the sacred end
I’ll take a guess; it must be the lack of grooming the led to the hex
No regrets, re-dial the digits if the receiver has gone missing
So always fish well, to get the fish to nibble at the bait’s heals