I've bragged,
and I've bragged.
I've simplified and rethought,
Processing insignificant reloads,
Reposing indefinitely a plagiarism,
Increasing my preaching to dusk.
I've filtered
a smoke alarm's whistle and chirp.
I've listened in favoritism,
Pissed off and on like a bird,
Sipping on my filterism's eyeball,
Closing tightly a rigid faultline.
I've persuaded,
and persuaded.
I've pursued hope's candles,
Living while supressing,
Adopting some foreign neo-ism,
Travelling without instinct.
I've declined,
a reasonable neglect to sport.
I've reclused from the watchtower,
Dressed with ferrus plastic,
Sleeping next to the favoritism,
Leaving, forever, forever.
You can RC if you like.