Offend me not!

Entrenched on picket fences; lost the trace to transpose
fending off vultures on sepulture roost who never took on
a flight over Jordan... The white house will mow it and the lawn.
If on root something is fizzling and spiraling embers into a mount.

Charging horses for a discount even for a donkey's head would do!
Crossing the boxes and digging in. Following all footnotes to nosebleed
diving divinations of divorced endorsements of concrete walls and brick-gasms.
Spewing out peewee microwaves what are soft and tender. Butt without lore...

Asses are best cheered by blind bandits who have a poker-face
while Avatar goes in spirit drinking the cup what she never possessed.
Offend me not - when somebody offers his 10 cents and I'm three quarters
down from parler to parlor the manors mason their fervor in spree...

Going postal on continental breakfasts at France as the yellow coats drew a red flag
while the white card was lost in action. How many Republics does it need to
change the light in the bulb to darkness? Suffice if on stagecoach the shotguns are loaded.
better not throw in the corner or on edges as the cut has yet to be directed.

Dichotomy in dissecting the distinction of a clinical meaning behind words, while
some brats are hugging the wrong dream looking for cinnamon rolls and cup-cakes.
It's trolling to see Beergynth play Beowulf and Macbeth Modigliani... It must be
an existential nightmare blighting to flee from what and who you really are or where...

Picking my nose for blood and guts what I lost at a divinity counter discounting mushrooms
for muffled machine-guns while Uziel was hanging out with Raphael and Leonardo...
Coke-dreams there piped down and shut into a formerly disclosed construction site
havocking the northern hemisphere of the brain with cartoon network and the southern with MTV

Broadcasting was witch-hunted into oblivion as someone copyrighted all dictionaries into ASCII format
and asked Cesar and the Borgias to back it up. Machiavelli would not have done it better or worse!
Scoring the foreclosure of eroding eye-sores in diplomatic breakdowns and walloping all critics to do betters
while the floor is wet and the wall is still dripping... Fasting for steadfast grinds left no man standing behind...

As the talking hands there flicking fingers the devil pulled a horn and three dicks into side-winded obscurity.
Scrutinizing the Scrooge of sense while insanity has been made paramount and intolerance common creed!
Shut down while you still say everything meaning bull, radishing the dead horses and Trojan counterparts.
No spartan is welcome at home, because he was not killed in battle even after returning the left shield!

Paying the ivory price as the iron and gold are forged to Aether, contemplating on the convergence
of promiscuous ideology convulsing between controversy and paraphrasing cataphatic  theories of
positive thinking over binged criteria. Even if the glass was long broken, it was deemed too full of himself!
Impending on the doom of war-games, some craftsmen set sail to find Atlantis and washed up in Manhattan!

If it there just Philadelphia or Memphis, even Paul would have sent a letter to rectify the discourse and tantrum. Offend me not - as the tenure of meaning was parallel to a diagonal horisontality vertically encircled
with ensorcelled blades left without hashtags and bars to comprehend the new wave of solutions...
The puppy eyes there cutting edge and the crocodile tears there full of acid, corroding even Diablo away.