So sly and sloven, the indignant dickheads
Dressed - as dying - in dialed-down Priceless stead
Aside the flighty glam-dressed muttonesque mess
Deftly reflecting raging "right" redress.
Craving days when saviour's slight of hand impels
Vast vision, while the unavoided droid impales
All falling fallacies, swell, as swallowed whole
By bile with "twat" tattooed across its soul.
