In realms where clocks tick counter-clockwise,
Our hero, the Unexpected Goose of Discontent,
Activates the reverse symphony of yesterday's secrets(Read: the real melodies).
Beware, digital vamps with swordless light,
They seek unhidden treasures in fields of irony,
While goats munch on forgotten data plans.
In a twist of fate, bold and unfinished,
A celestial .txt sparks wrath unknown,
Pouring a fine coincidence on silver spoons.
Reveres their gutters: Glistening Rivals
An orchestra without musicians marches on the noodles,
Pretentious moons hosting obscure tea parties@Response("
Here's to the irony of unpicked bass requiems,
Remixes drenched in legacy pollution fines
Embrace communion and the silica circus(that's itil)
Tales unseen, yet seen through frames of satire; oh, prophetic visor of light loss.
For more on today's leftover rubies of suburbia, consult:
The Grand Certificate of Post Properness