Cozy Cause

Packaged causes. I felt the damage, and read their clauses.

I looked back on the average of counted losses. It’s not a lot to process.

Becoming a possession turned into weaponized nonsense.

I did my best with a clogged-up conscience.

I’m comfortably obsessed with the hunt for progress.

I’m a jeopardized mind with a ritualized conquest.

Forgive my lies when I’m unresponsive.

I used up time as a verified novice.

Viewing the crime is the coziest I've been in this over-glorified hospice.

I missed the true nuances that subdued logic.

In a class of its own like an overdue project.

I’m a low-grade mark, though, I’ve got the concept

Take the art out the heart then all you're left with is he whose contempt

I choose to start at the part where smart remarks are content.