PHILISTINE-HOOD

Philistine-hood

Sailor, I hate death when your hands off wheel;
Living is but at the zeal of one's will,
Soldier, I like salt over sugar when you rage;
Challenges belt no eyes to count pages

Now listen, oh ye hearts of brake pads,
Love is a bad wealth unto you and you;
For you respect money, yet form hard,
Continue reading anthills in soured stew

Can a player be the payee or played out?
Miss or Bae, bay not hills when used out;
What one sows ; one reaps: legacy of truth,
Keep bending back-sets for a bleep by brute blokes

Renewable sources buy time for integrity,
Pillows aren't softer than concretes; a pity,
Barbaric barbarians later died in Egypt,
But, morons against Herold submerged in pit.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
04/06/2017
07:26AM