Goblet of Explosion

Earth's thrust harpoons the plama-like society,
Fox-hidden behind a trasparence, boxed from sobriety.
They linger like a crafty gazelle and intoxicate,
Gun tote their close orbiting atmospheric state.

The goblet is a parabolic flash catching peace,
A comic dash patching peace, a chronic beast
Attaching thieves for the night, matching keys
For their sight, a fraction seeked by snare eyes.

Mild horror pictures the landscape, a fixture for man's sake
Testing maculinity, pesting their ability because it can make
Brainwashing proportional to knowledge, extortion for
Homage, a lane costing a portion they cant abolish.