134: Dirge: Knocked up by sure bets and apparatus, unattainable vote totals involve usurer intrigue, equipage of the self-illumined or half-taught.

An inured slice of childhood domains — all to use another time.
Back in time. 
So now and then I liked primary grades more. Later, in romantic couplets, one confessed breathing, swollen within a radiant distance —

lost in bromance, wearing nothing but motives for aching to do what we were afraid of doing, of being? So he’s yours? 

I’ll sue you for disrespect, covetous of my comfort, my couplet. I lived your peach flash thru witless dialectic.

I drank your Labrador tea. And for further research I took up free, motorized speech. 

Dirge:
I don’t worry or pierce my ears further.