Simple, sophisticated sorcerer, Scrawling sacred symbols with a schoolchild's stick. 

Silly little simpleton. Slave sentenced to suffer in the slimy suffocating slippery slope. Scholarly sage in silk, stumbling through street-side sewers.

The sudden and sorry soliloquy of a sad, sadistic simple seducer of sin. So shall it be said: that on a sunny Sunday, a sorry silly sufferer slumped and studied; Strewing together sentences like cement strews together buildings. 

Seeking solace in shadowed sanctuaries, Summoning spirits from sacred scrolls, While sucking sweet-shop suckers, sticky-fingered. Spinning spells through spider-silk strings, Stammering simple songs through silver-studded teeth. 

Slowly, softly, surely sinking Southward toward sweet sleep's surrender, A sovereign reduced to simple stone.

Feb. 23, 2025, 11:09 a.m.

Written bY CYril