Return to Nature

Mozart -- Cosi Fan Tutte

Naturalists like Ferenc Liszt, are you really a composer, or posing composure for the gist. Angry poets, are calm, while collected virtuosos outrage; on stage they burn Sage, like a witch on trial, while clapping the both cheeks of Stacy on the next X-Diaried only thanatos war-wage, erred on Tyrone for the gilded cage... blaming it on too much storage.

Have some östrogen and enjoy the Aster, falling up the stairs, the stains on the coat of Usha still, try to viper clean the covenant, while the cows of Bashan drop bars off those shoulders, which there too cold, to bear, what was put on the carriage! We live on streets, while claiming to be green, our freon is more Cringe, stealing on Christmas Supper and misgives! 

How does a civilian become a gentle barbarian, I don't recall; robodripping has ever made Einstein write Tolarian. Academies like Magic, I can't gather my house of Cards around, award the highest bidder fielty, raising unwanted skills; useless traits impound. Accounting elites cosmopolitan views then the tree Trunx needs roots lest it gonna up the roofies... 

Return to Nature, while anarchy is the creed, peace like a cemetary, trying to conjure runes for pleads. Rest in Pieces; Ravens in Pain; one Raven Man, married seven, marring nature and his Wizards name! How much has done politics and activist zeal, then you can't trust a revolution; replace the cog with the wheel, workers tweet, while the leaders scratch but. 

Busting nuts in November @ Maddisons Square Guardens, the thieves den, glenned a piss I couldn't take to remember. V for Vendetta, Cosa Nostra sang Cosi Fan Tutte, the Sang Real was yet to be discovered in the annals of some presidential library. How dost people loose heart on the fuck, get to howl with the wolves, and Renaissance farther than Starbucks? 

Don't bring a knife to a gun fight they said, I thought woke people only spork and twerk around, how could they not cut themselves, if newspapers there ever properly read. Its only the title, and Diagon Alley, some plebs somehow reach Borgin and Burkes while still claiming Hufflepuff their house not Slitherin. The claws of that Raven must have stung. 

Surrender to Good Nature, you mean, your bowels release, Mother Gaya has never been this vile and vitrioled, then wanting uplift and redeem. Why must anything good have to divide and conquer, while tearing down the statues of the past, claiming, you would fared better at waging and bidding, while your accounts brim with fees gleemed from speeches misgiven! 

Better be true to your inner Wolf, than cultivate foreign diplomacies forktongues. A sheep can never become a dragon, and a stone into a mountain flung, then nobody lifts it up to be The One, who shall put it on the sling for the shot to the moon!! Everybody is Homer, but lets somebody else do it, until the shotgun has a say, to pay the Piper and Assassins Creed!