I personally don’t mind, or care,
If a triangle is round or square.
There’ll be no justice in this land,
That will bar me from my predicta non verba.
Nor will the prophets gaze any less intrepid, at the stars in the hemisphere.
I find I’ve lost my vertigo reproach, when identifying a silver tongue, for the sweet talk amuses, and diffuses, me. I’m rather nonchalant, respective in all, but terrific ratification is slow.
I’ll chase that dog’s tail, down the rabbit hole, and lounge in the shoe lady’s den. It’s not of consequence, this hologram of smoke.
For diligence is the time keeper’s weapon of choice. The sword of Caesar. The arbitrator of anathema. – Sinz