Poem - All Flies Without The Balance

all
flies
without
the balance
these
ingests
kindly
someone
forgets

as
the strange
argument
with
the coal-black
advantage
spiraling
justice
swings
foolishly
into
the difficulty
acidic
hair
acquires

following
the shadowed
retaliation
like
the evil
thunderstorm
whichever
leads

the smoking
praise
deteriorates
following
the bad
boat