Your bad breath’s a good god
Pull back the focus
It’s a symbol a foreign flaw
A chore to notice
You go forwards
I go backwards
Rhododendrons
Rot the entrance
Make up a made up mind
A salivating king
It’s a summer assault
On a winter migraine
Chalk it up as a choice to choose
You go forwards
I go backwards
Lilies litter
The mantelpiece
You go forwards
I go backwards
Rhododendrons
Rot the entrance