Advocacies for the hollow
a gush of compliments
strangers out of the fallow
astonished accomplishments
Canards trip in staples
Id rather dig than die
I left my heart in Naples
and still I wonder why
I wander through morains
of rotting melodies
I stifle my remains
to obscure my perfidies
I accounted for the estate
now Im the leader I used to hate