99.863%
Atrophy bleach, when windows weigh we down.
Trippy conditions retain balance, when crinoline
and genetic desperation commingle.
72.338%
Each framed poisoner, the yelp of frenetic
trophy bunting when Terry comes home.
You think you are so soft.
33.109%
Toiled up and up over spoiled skin graft
gone rancid and falling from oligarch minarets.
Woebegone (might even cover it, if yeah).
12.056%
Nineteen. Nineteen. Nineteen.
Nineteen. Ninety. Ninety. Nineteen.
Nineteen. Nineteen. Nineteen.
0.357%