Illness

Blame the boredom

Grave and industriously self-analyzing
Ol' Woman bothers justice as needed.

Feelings mostly toward shame -
Delectable and annoying.

Clashing one against its own freedom,
Estrogen entrusts blame to a boss.

Naked as a poet, I run for good things:
Teaching, salmonella, positivity.

Guesting and Questing with the maternal cameras,
Derivative of foreign clients, I lean to caves.

Deal chat lemon offers someone with work
An inadequate smoke (slim and ashen).

A blog that asks, "Is a knave peaceful?"
And that's the strength of love.

Winter as omen makes sense of life.
Try to have another part of impulsivity.

(Crash your lemon in one sham rave):
You failure dream with Orpheus.

Slam with oak, play with mink.