SOS

I baby eye this rhythm pad
Pondering pensive anticipation blanks
To two-step like neo militia troops staying in rank
Off –course, sometimes it goes out of range with bleak black

In this blind spot without a navigation card
Plutonic reactions, emit red beacons for thermo-mapping
I’m still learning, so my urn of ashes is still standard
Sitting on the death-wish, tapping my pen to cast of its tricks

The culprit’s repose cuts sharp
Concise like an angel playing a golden harp
‘’A sleepy-heads pillow is their fortress
The busy bee’s honeycomb is not for marauders
A rectum that has seen more benches than bus stop
Should not be flushed when it is unable to get a proper pot

By: Phantom Gargoyle