Not holding on…
Not bolding it out
Not souldiering it out in the goal of a bearing

Not sharing it fully, getting spotlights on flaws
Letting oddness prevail in the jaws of the stale
Bare woolly bottom

Make every turn a push
Take every step a gainer
Burn to the depth of the great drainergush
In the forest of the lush empty-plainer

We’re feigning, we’re feigning, we’re feigning away…
Sludging the drudge of the spotless gostay