Rule of thumb your daughters
Holding pen
A picket fence
The remanence it watches
Autonomy's day of rest
Will you stint the obey?
Will you meet me half way?
Demeanour where allowed The sum of things
All audits will continue
A pound of your flesh
Focus seems familiar
Same façade Not real
Do you stint the obey?
Do you meet me half way?
To kin and crowd
Witnesses
Where we rinse
The sum of things
The pestilent commodity