Phobia
Phobia Roses afraid to raise head Grass rejects to wake from bed; Lighters avoid giving us lead Sky refuses to act as shed, Cause of coming phobia blade. Some toys are in heir, Uphill to beam there. Close eyes to drink dark Why feel like a jerk; Always all sense crispy phobia bark. Long roads cross for fake hope Run thousand miles to hang in that loop, Chain of elegance breaks by a group Basket of flashy mixes in the purity soup; Unseemly phobia grows like crop. Write full stop to make mankind amphibious Get the hell out, phobias.