Former secret codes into chaos. As with any supposed
Divorce, the embittered try to deny what once was.
Inside him, to poison the cowardly Lion, with his fart-like
Exhalations as he waddles towards his warped Oz.
As fucked by farragoes, the cargoes of lies oil-slick out.
Corrupting the shore, the seas’surrond and all swimmers,
We can oppose and decry but will suffer still, doing nothing.
As the point of contagion is always concerned with the germ.
To wash them? If we do conceive fresh solutions, by shifting
Soil, sense and surface to actively turn that lost worm?
Lennon. Severely wronged, cruelly taken for what they tried