need a new note to hum to

Flippant vermin always fleeing fate,
emitting bleak garnish eagerly displayed.
Their hideous sense of poignancy rumbled
but for a moment in what fragments jumbled right.

Fast fixated on due course,
with little signs of remorse.
Caricatures flamboyant in clever disguise,
dastardly awaiting recourse to the surmise.

Where do we go when there's no one left to rob?
Carefully embraced where passions rise and throb.
Poignant journeys meet shambled futures surely
with regards to an affect trickled open sternly.