Glorious Feeling

Lazy lost looming large
In hazy haste hypothetical halves
Flees and flies flung in flaps while
Knees and nieces noosed and knot

Crazy cars carry my crap
On their crazy bonnets tied in frap
Scores of ants march to their doom
They are just faces and no soul attached

Further on lies my hitch
The redeemer and his redeeming touch
Pity me for I shall be lynched
Beaten down into a indistinguishable pulp

I woke up on the side of my bed
That didn’t let me ride the morning rush
High by noon and down by the hour
The glorious feeling just fell apart

Count Opinoid