CRUELLY STARVED.

Brutally starved were my staggering eyes; frantically

groping for those rainbows of eternal prosperity;

which had become so ghoulishly amorphous and obsolete;

in the world today,

Pathetically starved were my lambasted lips;

rapaciously wandering for those hives of perennial

sweetness; which had parsimoniously evaporated into

corpses of lackadaisical abhorrence; in the world

today,

Horrendously starved were my tortured fingers;

unrelentingly searching for those uninhibited bits of

free space; which had so luridly metamorphosed into

salacious jailhouses of the sinister devil; in the

world today,

Preposterously starved were my tottering cheeks;

intransigently loitering for those whirlwinds of

ingratiating passion; which had transited into

penalizingly inclement commercialism; in the world

today,

Despondently starved were my numbed ears;

indefatigably straining for those sounds of

everlastingly mellifluous harmony; which had so

bizarrely drowned in obstreperously maladroit traffic;

in the world today,

Truculently starved was my monotonous brain;

timelessly stretching for those precociously

exhilarating forests of astounding innovation; which

had converted so deplorably into coffins of ribald

hell; in the world today,

Flagrantly starved were my beleaguered eyelashes;

relentlessly glimpsing for those dew drops of

unfathomably sensuous ecstasy; which had so

fanatically fulminated into insanely tyrannical

bloodshed and crime; in the world today,

Lecherously starved was my aggrieved throat;

desperately searching for those raindrops of pristine

exhilaration; which had so egregiously adulterated

themselves with derogatory corruption; in the world

today,

Lasciviously starved were my fetid toes; agonizingly

penetrating for those meadows of irrefutably silken

honesty; which had so disparagingly converted themselves into a gutter of ghastly lies; in the world

today, Despairingly starved were my deprived palms;

tirelessly fumbling for those entrenchments of

aristocratic artistry; which had so perniciously

disappeared into the dungeons of miserably fermented

doom; in the world today,

Unsparingly starved were my staggering veins;

limitlessly stuttering for those waves of unflinching

solidarity; which had so barbarously unfurled into

carcasses of bludgeoning viciousness; in the world

today,

Licentiously starved was my convoluted neck; greedily

swirling for those pinnacles of impregnably majestic

brotherhood; which had so uncouthly divided into

sleazily spurious boundaries of religion; caste; creed

and color; in the world today,

Ludicrously starved were my trembling teeth;

maniacally chattering for those winds of patriotically

blazing courage; which had so raunchily extinguished

into scurrilously dastardly betrayal; in the world

today,

Painstakingly starved were my dreary bones; rampantly

galloping for those blissfully placating shades of

symbiotism; which had so hedonistically become

warehouses of morbidly libidinous trade; in the world

today, Unsurpassably starved was my crumbling spinal chord;

wildly staring for those clouds of compassionate

embrace; which had so bawdily perpetuated into mirages

of worthless meaninglessness; in the world today,

Criminally starved was my terrorized shadow;

restlessly meandering for those unequivocally glorious

rivers of freedom; which had so treacherously dwindled

into maelstroms of political racialism; in the world

today,

Indiscriminately starved was my incoherent signature;

implacably ambling for those stamps of heavenly

righteousness; which had so tawdrily exploded into

surreptitiously gratuitous profanity; in the world

today,

Forlornly starved was my asphyxiated breath;

intractably gasping for those fireballs of vivaciously

unending titillation; which had so obnoxiously become

castrated graveyards of marauding lynchpins; in the

world today,

And cruelly starved was my deteriorating heart;

endlessly feeling for those beats of immortally regale

love; which had so baselessly extradited into gallows

of indescribably crucifying emptiness; in the world

today….

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