Am I determining what
Evidence looming until turning up
In serving a meeting of criminal minds
They fall away in kind
Though they committed much
Rare an appearance can see
Impermanent like a culprit and his property
According to gold a fool is assigned
To mull away the time
What separates from all the luck
A foreign array of lines
Contain or wrap it up
So take it away
No
Give me what's better wrong
Save the phenomenon
As steam stays under the lid
Rumor stays right and grammar stays hid
By parting the leaves you meet the sublime
And there a fakе you find
Just a comedy of bogus touch
A normal parade of signs
Preparе to lap it up
So take it away
No
Give me what's better gone
Save the phenomenon
