Simple and Pretty

The nose feels always sweet from the steams of the lower order happiness and contentment fill the pages of their folders still afford basic needs, though with hands quite weak match the affluent’s gatherings with a barbecue every week not nearly rich, yet their freedom is a showpiece a community of half existences, living in peace women commemorate every third night for a hen party it doesn’t matter if the gown is weary and dirty nature cannot give or take it all lacking shoes will hence not make the legs fall pricks and scars are common but easily forgettable living is plain, straight and readable all that is needed is beer to be good and funky luxury isn’t goal, a confined locality is already the walkie-talkie it is only when taste climbs the scale that appetite becomes voracious then living up to the society’s monocle makes one vicious sweaty day time for families to act deranged historic night-life, the gods have arranged maximizing the bonanzas from life’s treasury sodium is enough, one musn’t have mercury