Millennium v8p36
C3B2-c
If I had money, I
wouldn't need an ego -- the opinions
of what party animals you refuse
flex their morals, all the adulteries
of earning you couldn't syrupize
so low porno bevies
conscience as a business
star-studded illicits'
fiduciary crux love once
processed quibble lick in turmoil
connivance advertising you
a victimizing nymphette self-preservation
under replete endemic packaging:
journalism's sumptuous arson
capsizing culprit disco dote on
misalliance of courteous terror's
misintimacy by correctives
prevaricate consort to dislocate
virtue