there is no such thing as being

So the underling, like the over ring, went the solid king, minus the wigging.

That a grudge, a judge, a rank that stank, a top three, all equally.

The inconsequential, the insecurity, the industry, the ink

Marsupial, soup, Mars, supine, marsh, MARCH!

Dropped the bomb, now awaiting the ripples.

Clandestine sunlight, like playing chess without a rake.