Eavesdropping on the meek,
The Power of Blood, Sweat, and Tears
Medusa’s blind gazeSnake’s hiss echoes in their earsSummertime’s harsh wrath
Apple’s polished skin,Vipers scaly body tips,over, Don’t flee now.
The Earth trembles madEvery tribe, tongue, and nationKneel before God’s will
Summer is perfect,
Winter’s icy touch complains,
Nature has no fault.
4-eyes, his whiskey-soaked words stagger into the boxing arena, to report on the fight,
Surrealists weep /Writing in journals/ Snort cotton candy /Sip their wine.
Wolves of Wall Street howlPerfectly their downfall comesHeatwave tides scowl now