A nobody wondering round in a somebody world,
Not a subtle sound, a solid bound
To the ties that ground
Custody of a parody
In-fact, he spoke to soon without a word
One choke,
There was a revocation of an original mind
Stuck behind a façade attraction,
One kind, not in a sparrows spine, more like a rebar grind!
From whom the homogeneity of thought became
Insane this train, so blind, yet game
To the everlasting clot-
Come one, come all,
Plot the spot where you stand
With creative outbursts of thoughts non-bland
To the taste and smell of an unreal
Perma-seal of approval, to the removal of a nobody
And instead, ground custody, found busted
He fled!
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