R-L-A-D-M-F-T

Your virgin star  
what a old hag whom lost his motor
a musician  
playing self-proud songs
call it  
a "mysterious ingenious  work"
but greed has it all derives from self-interest
with flattering words
hide your hideous truth
wipe that feces off your mouth
but self stench  
is unable to be acknowledged  
butterflies & dragon flies to cover-up
the seemingly polluted garden of lust
make is seem innocent & pure with fake-robotic insects
robotic insects & yoga lessons at where it lies
the wilted "flower garden"
with degrading music in background
insult the being
with potted words
who cares where the truth goes