Thanks

A single minded, sinking sinner, a singular sinister, a single handed, repeated repenter, sine-qua-non thy hearts, muscular power pumps blood to thy thoughts, that into this world inscrutably enters, plural whispers of a luminous admiration to all strains, genre -n- genders, it feels good to be me, for thy blood softens -n- soaks life’s splinters through splendid spiritualism, raw realism, cloudy criticism, collaborating -n- elucidating the elegant elements of different isms, of God’s grace, thy hearts a member, a single minded, sinking sinner, a singular sinister, a single handed, repeated repenter, thy actions as well as judgmental, double standard opinions, sent this single minded, sinking sinner, singular sinister, single handedly to prison, where I met wisdom -n- learn to put him in his proper place, to society thanks, now I’m rich, still handsome -n- healthy, with a gold fork eating cake, smiling at society, while in return it stares at me, with a fearful hate -n- smirk on its face, look what patience from a mistake can create, destiny or either fate, to whom I owe my thanks, thanks.
 
With thy words, a more
Gorgeous society I will
Paint, thanks, efface
Hate, now smile that’s
Great, an again thanks
Real talk