Rusty wilted eyes beckon me sweet surrender, into the reverie of the forlorn sierras,
Dusty roads reckon me oblong peregrination, unto the realm of forsaken barrens,
Ensconced in the settee, scythe in my hands, and I join with my other halves, my many wretched souls,
Raking the strewn leaves through the morbid lawn, motor of the mower rattling and spewing the ghouls,
I gather my effects in the obese container, grim lying on the porch, waiting to be disposed of!
Raindrops pelt and pester my drenched mackintosh, ruffling my hirsute and rumpled hair,
Cold slew of spine-freezing air battering my gaunt frame, austere and gallant fair,
Rubbing the shoulders with the frenzy of ensuing apocalypse, the demise of my greens,
Jousting with the rampant herbivores, languidly gnawing on the barks of my juniper trees,
I brandish my sword, and the shield, and the coat of arms; for the peace of my mind!
I toil under the scorching sun, and the fierce heat battles with my perspiring pores,
I mock the ludicrous stance of my temple, squinting eyes in the veil of the unmasking gores,
Shunning the vivacity of the balmy breeze, I rack my bracket up against the adobe walls,
Stunningly enough, the stacked cardboard of the boxes crumble down the nifty platform,
I thence feverishly ignore the inundation of the bedlam, of the motions and emotions!!
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