I should feel grateful to be nothing
I'm not going to feel it regardless

Overrated hole
Scoliosis sole
Supportive regimen, paroled
Cool breath never cold
Full frontal ergonomics
New twisted stats
Of a party gone missing
Of a parry unfocused, dumbfounded

Newton's first forty parables
Christ's old hangers' on
Cryptid fakers
Croaking at the slightest sound
Of corsets, sticking around
Staking solid ground
Invisible and insipid

Splicing up
The cracked up coal
Observing desks
With scorching fried cones
Fortifying the foliage
The fracking on the moon
Again, empty in its dusk
But full in its destitute mourning

Defenestration of a synced-up code
An inkling of depth in its dole story
Of decorative footwear
And bathing suits

At least, it's an idea