In tunes of souls for gimics,
in time like the sole of my shoe stomping in comic,
c-files these liars are a false image,
anxiety attacked to re-sire my deranged english,
anxiety in pact to perspire in anointed singles,
it stands shallow in the water prior to their mingles,
but still I reek mellow introverted by my pretty-evil.
Seek hello's for reassurance of my noticeable fears,
meek cattle my heart is of presumably sour spheres,
how I worry for attention from creative ears,
simultaneously anxiety scurrys in its corner of delusion in steer,
driven by perceptive peptic readers processed as idlers peer(ing).
