Clearing

Look at them all smocked up in naked pornographic tubes, Swashing away against the point of our time. Free expression for as long as they have hands they can carry their goods back into their caves putting on one of those 'off the shelf' facades, as only they know how, in dialogue and the demise of such lofty cherished rotting prunes they lament, for with them the dream is alive, a dream of posters for posterity alone. Made up, dodgy, and a sock or irony without origin.