Even against all odds,
Against all of ’em in their big fat pods
Against the tall and high-spirited twisted lies,
And ill-conceived visions in drunken rides
Against dark hiatus and swollen scenes of life,
the sturdy mountains that wanted us as wife
Against our stooping angst lips,
And the hulking pressures that cannot zip
Against the stealth of rumours and tittering smiles,
Against the dusty states of darken sieges,
Froths of starling ridges
Against all odds and odd,
Against ’em in their big fat pod
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