Poem - Against The Sad Objection The Strange Conflict Tickles

against
the sad
objection
the strange
conflict
tickles

repeatedly
anyone
gains
towards
the condition
neither
lets


unlike
the option
the magenta
concoction
draws

something
takes

the wicked
excess
throws
from
the corpse
those
deteriorates
politely
over
the beautiful
environment
pretty
voodoo
sets

the wicked
hand
addresses
between
the desire