I’m late for my gown fitting, weeping on the inside. Outside, I’m late,

Impetuous, from costive stock, unflappably happy, brusque.



I floated here; my toys are asleep. I voted for the change.

Injecting their blood was just crazy but I won’t go off schedule.



Time now to stir this matter with a respondent gavel. And back to the bench.
Judgment is a big puzzlement of natural selection. Only the jury rises.