Digging for gold

“We follow the science”

So we invented the

New media factoid

Speech, laden to bough

With darling ‘constructiolas’

That adorn friends

The heavy decolage

Of their privilege

Our barons and baroness’s

Their lords tears

Their banners sing

Production is profit

Profit dead or alive

No moss only

Diva blossom

Moss is dross

And only good

For nothing

A mere water retainer

We clapped the dross

We sent bouquets

We sang promises

We drain the land

Poison the rivers

Flood the streets

All with flourishing

‘Bon mots’ and ‘lily lies’

Awaken Ramona Serbica

Dry for many years

Soak up the floods

Wash away the lily lies

The earth is mother

Of universal agency

The true path of life

We are done romancing

Prancing chancers