Serried Ambiance

Serried Ambience

At a time, when jumbling havoc,
Will solely seem to survive like duck,
Men shall solemnly grieve with you;
For you are full of  shuffled chaos to few.

Risen and agile is: the void-superman,
Stone-hearted and fierce at some sight,
But your death would be an eyesaw,
As rescue-wind wouldn't step a-fore.

Oh,  to the lewd women on stage;
Attendees to money and wasters of fates,
Ruiners of legality and twitchers of waist,
Lo, one at wit ends . . . calls death.

When the heavy escape is on,
Waste no time to wear running kits on,
Mourning misguided mind is at risk . . .
As one can't baste ghost with a mere fist.

©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author. . . ]
>28/05/2017
>03:38pm