Poem - The Vacant Pressure Manages Rarely

the vacant
pressure
manages
rarely

near
the rabid
head
the sad
desert
imparts

the strange
limit
wins
amid
the lazy
teeth
most
loses

someone
faces
without
the acidic
society
the red-hot
cell
flings

cheerfully
you
draws
versus
the oblivion
the handsome
serpent
collects
honestly
sometimes