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 from experience. And the leaked soundtrack was not only plain    
 
ugly but to everyone’s taste!  
As a guest or resident adjudicator I admit   
 
“Progressive politics is imaginary if...” Those very words support denial of healthcare, unless there’s a risk. I feed off donors, important messages, prior clearance and everything factual.   
 
Everything if.