From the setting edge amidst the genre,

A polite gesture to hear the door bell ring.
*(This is the best part),
No one here gets out alive!
We are each accountable for our actions.

The fashionable decorum fresh on its blotted page in time
In sorrowful tone & rhyme
Beneficial toward each other no matter the weather,
Someone just took a header!

Fashion decorum erupts in timeless episode alone

The children have taste yet none in disguise?
A word to the wise in clever episode surprise,
Some may have unleashed the lion in me?
Yet others simply disagree,

No shoulder to cry left destitude alone
To help summon a beckoning call ellusive in nature
Almost at a state of a reflective Warhol deal,
Yet in business many pages are turned while bridges burned

In midnight oil with no shoulder to cry in desolation,
With swift pillage in rhetoric desolation.
A myraid bliss to appease the quaint ellusive folly
Marked on its blotted page intact,

With strong holds of gust of wind leading to fatal heart attack!