Against All Odds

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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