On top of my ingenuity,
Mangled as the streets only seen by
Gods and tangents, leaning slightly:
Wandering faultlessly, he is.
To be forever is forever the ruthless
Fornication in double-time.
Beyond Birthday's evil grin
Bequeathed a small air of indignation,
Quelled at last by overturned trucks.
A/N: Yeah, this is odd. I'll be submitting an actual story sometime soon, in case anyone cares. In the meantime, SEE IF YUO CAN FIND THE SEEKRIT MESSAGE IN THIS POME LOLOL.
Edit: Emerald Skies discovered the underlying meaning in my piece: "OMGWTFBBQ." I am so deep, folks.