The fact of true and utter stagnation
can equal victory when blood flow stands
for next to nothing and dissipation
is best gestured by the movement of hands:
Frantic, frenetic and disciplined by
the most Giant Prestidigitator
to have ever lived, the truth was skinned by
its only warbly commiserator:
With some sleight of hand straight to the temple,
a searing cut was thus exposed from which
a quick stream of bile was heard to mumble,
"Eat and feed and eat and feed off the rich":
Which was taken to mean that we had lost
this war of attrition and flowers tossed.
