Why not?
They look up not down,
Their shavings are crowns.
Rain’s Drop pangs weary in
the day when they killed
the butler’s, if by he met
with them in the scrapper,
bearings. When one can stand
they see the cat can be
it own post on which they
legislate, for an insolent
majority bound to end the
Gay ruthlessness of Reptilians.
Whether tis noble or not will
not breed triumphant conflict
of our own lack of continuity
which noble he claimed differentiable,
Paradox of the liver creates,
our heartache, and diminishes.
Reason need when we do
our drudgeries to say we
bring about our own boxes,
in which our Greenness rely.
Without a lack of finality,
owls are blinded by the mouse.
Be not so one, for the Hawk
in your pancreas lacks appendix.
Tis not so Calamity’s day.
Why not, should sheep stray?