H ate / P roduce / D eviate.

The gilded sprig sewn to my ears
A herb-like receiver - saffron earrings
Filters words into my likings, I
Love the sycophant living in my ears.

Fitted speaker inside my tongue has
heat-fatigue from wet exertion.
I lie and spin and bleat and cheat
And to me it sounds just picturesque.

Joints and ligaments quickly droop
and filthy rust creeps in to pry,
A special oil is to be desired
To rid me of this status lethargy.

And then the pruning, oh, it burns!
To sell myself to the social steeds -
Out with the nostalgia and in with the sharp:
The pruning-shear romance makes me weep chlorophyll.

I love to lust and I love to Hate,
I see the world and assimilate,
I self-Produce my advocate,
My toxic-pride; I Deviate.