Old entries, known entities..
Bestowed low amenities.. Seized..
No thank you please, all demanded,
Dignity remanded– manuscript
Mansion.. In the imagistic sands of a
Charlie Manson, sparse in the plans
And.. I hesitated, name faded.. But I
Produced more pages.. Heavily plated–
Critical crocodiles, slithering all miles..
Still I past, what I years ago said, almost
Put in trash.. But now a monetary stash.
Brash withy words.. I last through a third
Of the political con artistry.. Martyr seed.