The lack of power a woman has to surface from the dramatic sour of judging,
The lack of control an infidel will last to keep laughter from budging,
The gaze of the steam how hot the hell burns in the bowls of institution,
The binge of dreams a man waste from the bodies of pollution,
These are the beatitudes of engulfing the Wendy’s chili,
The corruption lay at hand the spoon of jumping from motherly to brotherly.