Poetic license: so often called. Here’s my side, since you never asked.
The moon at this phase could be the crudest debacle to date −
merely an anagram of abstract treasonous appraisals coalescing, a typecast

notarized in the spry travelogue almost as if we wrote
the subject headers. And the leaked soundtrack was not only plain ugly

but to everyone’s taste!
As a guest or resident adjudicator I admit

“France is imaginary if...” Those very words support denial of healthcare, unless there’s no risk. I’m full of appropriations, important messages, prior clearance and everything factual.

Everything if.