Slither History

Which weight is upturned?

Saline southwest, undercooked.
Dust mites and diligence,
to each his own.

With nary a word,
and warily burdened,
officially lost.

Under penalty of death,
underpenalized.

Overemphasized.

Under scrutiny.

Beginning the beginning,
saving face,
ending the ending,
failing blasts.

Ants down here.

Chub, chum, chilled.
Of worthlessly wrangled,
lovingly strangled,
painfully obvious
messages written.

Further south,
a bearer of bad news on display.

Icyclically crypticystic cataclysms,
weapons of little value.

Kicked in the stomach by a select few.

Rulers of hearts,
fuel.

Whither the withering?

Enslavement.

Back to the basics,
boring the barren,
blasphemy built me.
Timing tore me down.
What's left is watery,
wavering,
waiting,
willing and incapable.

Uniformly unwanted,
serving purposes unknown,
deserving less is more,
more or less,
lest the river cease to flow.

Back to the drawing board.