Blue is not your shield
Selective amnesiac’s blindness
Touch the pockmarked
Why worry about what you’ve done
When the money keeps rolling in?
The hornets, resting in the chambers
Held in place by the arm of the Hateful Star
Need to be loathed, because
Who else will?
Suppose the descriptor, infinity nemeses
The ones, Nubian origin
All the placards in the world
Cannot topple the mighty tower
Tyrosinase: make or break