Clot nibbed pen

Look at everything through piss tinted glasses
Wheeze past molasses as fastened hearts harden
Grass gardens sheathe peeps seeking pardon
A sardonic yard, sparse dens, inmates carded,
Parted margins guarded, sharpening pen warden bargains
Guarded bars in yellow, fits, starts and bellows
Repel those who smell foul dealt throws in well forced velcro
Skin belt for gist that present source yet meagre misspelt close
Smelt rust shell cores On ground that when felt bore,
Emits immense snore, “Fill in the blank ore, or suffer a spent score”

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