Words in didos float like floes -
In a Pontos of egos endorsing remorse;
To pinkoes playing with awes and throes-
Curses of chaos, fouls, and woes!
Souls hiding behind words transpose-
Sallowed ones hiding behind flaws!
Some say their creed is getting worse-
But I suppose theirs is in total repose!
With tricots of arrows, I'd surely dispose
Of their furrowed conscience for it escrows;
Empty hearts owing ratios in morrows-
Known only to their foes!