Godspeediness
Lost in odd neediness
of a greedy
limp impeding
stream of thoughtless
tedious entanglements
Strangling the ranges
of the angles of my dangling
bespangled arrangements

How pragmatic–
Cutting off the head before
it falls prey to eratic
pained behaviours
Gotta keep on top the slavers
By proactively endangering
those who might become a slave
In this case, my behaviours

Cut em at the root
Prevent further growth
of any voice to take an oath
By rendering it moot

And all it takes is constant baking
Of the dough of God’s own making

Inhibiting the rising
by neutralizing yeast
With a constant string of useless
thoughts ever increased