Avoiding where the mentally defective are wont to pool, the slack-jaw-hanging lepers and farm-animal dumb-dullards repeating the same words, the wild and warring tribes of like-minded slurring idiots and their absurdity, the hypocrisy and mockery, the homosexuality of virginal weirdos who are in love with one another and their fake pictures, the drooling and palsied gibberish, the stale air of cat farts and chicken clawed authority, hoodies that change colors, the prophecy, the perplexing mask, a hidden orchid among the metropolis of cement and grime, the brine in a puke-barrel, there's only one with actual meanness among them, a yellow and black stinger and sting that never stops hurting, the viciousness of scorn and rage, just one, as a bride she remembers little, dya miss me, burning rose, a dungeon now, dank and without light, the last flower withereth and fade away, it's a dark place where promises are made and of which none survive.