Mouldering golden spit

  

Long-necked, sticky mass-Time's long-born,

 money-ordered, cobbled-together worldly monster:

 dark, giddy, panting-like Pegasus birds

 that carry the manes of foam on themselves.

 From under the stench of advanced putrefaction

 ever rises the stench of the ferret-goat.

 Exotic, feathered, blonde Amazons also

 began to bounce and then stink. 

Floating down a river of labyrinths,

 a career has led to a cheap reputation.

The dotless Infinity, it is feared,

 can no longer be contained.

 Scarce homeliness builds a nest in brainwashed minds.

 Even pre-playable battles keep receding,

 instead of always breaking forward.

 Unleashed malice, jealous envy,

 prudish vanity: if one stresses too much,

 the tachycardic heart can explode like a bomb,

 like a fractured volcanic cone.

In the cracks of exhibitionist skin,

 like infected tattoos, the will of greed burns its marks.

- With lion's teeth were born in

 the old days the wicked burglars,

 who could only pursue temporary happiness,

 but could not attain it.

 Bended lives dwell in the pool

 of their wrapped tears.

 The secret inner anatomy of

 love-love may never be revealed.

 The chain reaction of tender,

 intimate movements may never 

reveal the embodiment of sincere,

 true emotion in the Omnipresence.

Many times the sewage of lies has been forced

 to roar so loudly that it devours and devours

 itself in moments of its own life.

 Will man become a part of the treachery

 that can be bribed in himself in a modern-B***h Age?!

 - Pure, above-ground sediment is always fertile,

 and yet if the pure doubt and pathetic

 bluff of promises can be read on Janus-faces,

 all else withers and fades.

 Only the golden spittle remains!