Charlatan’s suffering importance

Charlatan’s beading precedence

Worth receding; Weeping with exhausted heaving

Charlatan’s plunder

Charlatan’s wonder

Chanting unconcealed

Incanting; life concealed

A chirp in the eye of the cyclone

Begotten of loadstone

Blighted desperation

Seen merely through a knot

Departing from thought

I witness your struggle

I can discern your plight

Don’t let it be for naught

See through the spite; let respiration rise!

Charlatan’s lifeline

Charlatan’s able mind

A trail-up to the climactic recess

Was nothing but an uncontained depress

A vagrant walking, fighting through the heat stress

Colorful, varied terms to say

You were drowning

And I was nothing besides a beholder

Vividly, I can recall the canting and chanting

The remarks of endearment that were simply half meant

The anxiety in your voice; the voices who enunciated that, “They’d love nothing more than to deprive your flimsy skull.”

Charlatan’s high-hand

Charlatan’s wails without retire

Charlatan’s draining temperament

Charlatan’s painting dictation

Blockaded a figure; laying tautly in the hole

A hole topped with soot and putrid mold

Disgusting, filthy, and offensively abhorrent

Such a shoddy dwelling

For an individual of such order

Charlatan’s lordship

And quavering squalidly

Keen to only see the absolute poorest

Lacking the strength

Laying on ignorance’s doorstep

All Charlatan can do is stare through the dirty hole, snoozing with daylight

A scornful mockery

Laborious endorsement

Shamefully ill fortuned

Bellowing stillness; sober and sound but alas

Weak