Meandering machinery,
humble reign of robots.
Stray salamanders lick
enticing entertainment.
How many family eggs
inherit insufferable lives
just because beauty
is mangled in a moment,
succumbing to lust?
The famine has come.
We need good reasons,
unwavering gifts even,
to throw the noose in the trashcan.
Now be proud and choose
pleasant personality
plus a serious devoted demeanor.
Keep the purposeful peace.