Mr Lousy Repented

An unsettled soul seemingly always chasing propaganda voice from the equator, a quarter of a roar but heard in Uganda he’s a member of a serious interaction, that’s a fake platform on reputation’s policy, he can’t just conform his name is a broken glass, his hand is slim sunk so deep, to retrace will be a hard fought win the atmosphere created, to more than most isn’t prissy any unverifiable statement, is painted messy mind’s never cold, blood’s never warm, traits are preposterous his touches and sights, always disastrous only from his lips is a Lion’s mane a pony tail landing straight into spam are this person’s returned mails shoulders may be high among peers but walks pigeon-toed on character’s savings, he has so much owed less than a metre wide is his only existing bridge as no coin is left in the weight of his prestige restitution dials, he picks and replies his portrait can now be accepted in the community’s panoply this his newly starched garment has astound for everyone to wish he comes around.