Campaign FiendA Poem by Caleb AndrewSpeakers lark the kitsch that's trending. Fan-made memed you rich and famous: Epic chase to reach your tail, tall and wagging high. No perception further than the nose that wanders nigh.
Platforms sturdy as the zealous lip-sync of your right-staged hands. Seamless dress of words impress to first outline your virile air. Cadence earning trade that liens as well as loyalties spent. Publicized embrace, forgiveness. Flash-pan virtue, campaign's mend.
Clever grass roots well directed. Win for few and some for friends. Hark! The herald anchor's feed. Misfed newborns, misfit kings.
© 2015 Caleb Andrew |
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