Alas! hurrah! we know we know, at last
Our peepshow weaving through a mazy lampblack glass
No more shows darkly
Hurrah! alas! these times are ours, the best
Reason’s in season –
Forever play’s a flight away, on hand
Ah! are we not the people; are so erudite, so grand!
Beforetimes, long since yesteryear, dead men adored read collects …..
The diatribe has won through since and postulates its knowledge
In every wise our grand surmise has scuttled homage…..
We cheer between our ears
How then that pestilential penitential wrests,
Have come awake, our planet wrenched, shrieking in violation….
Effectual freewill petulance bodes ruin…. devastation…..
And we no more divine?
Surprise! – we guys make take home pay in existential wages
Returns on complementary rollercoasters
Per Mother Nature’s testy spats and protestations
Per john and jenny’s cost-effective old pecuniary:
The indomitable mix
Serrated ’gaters gather, bond to get beyond what’s lifted
Serenade on cobbling plans like monomaniac gods
We’ve studied, buddied-up with them; connived at sown hamartia
Thy snaking gait hath consummately stalked with cloven feet,
Go lubricate the palm with grease, and heaving shout: “Consume!”
Out loud, when on the phone,
Our streets accrue, echo, your cast exploring grime
Offhand encounters, clashes, brawls, for public limelight,
Your jaw pays more remark to your career of crime
On ships, on soaking sentimental drinking bouts
Who loves to grub to extirpate?
Apropos squawks consensus hearsay, titillation
Few ears without a flea to itch – Consider this, suppose
Our queued, dishearteningly huge dishonours,
Do not concede these days our compass gone amiss?
Charm-rings of chumsy crocodiles, twit-tweet together
Jib city-hopping swapping mercenary credentials
Late blooming a contemporary efflorescence,
A rich and common fragrance; doing favours, settling scores
The angelus fair-dealing broken, lacks all approbation
Trust’s firewall hacked wrecks every tribulation saintly-suffered –
Gone down accordingly
The gouger and the gouger stand contestant yet
A spade’s a spade’s a spade
Though timeserve temporisers hype them Patrons of the Town
Seed-funds their setups make a sacramental much
And much made marmalade
Of semblances self-evidently set to charm
Façades of unimpeachable humanity,
That moves through hoops proved pony rides, works calculating strands
Weaving up themes proposing General Custer’s win
From behind a barbed wire fence
God’s Love – a bore
Heart’s care – a chore
Then are the regulars, Red Indian Cherokees……
Ah! – pardon ma faux pas
Native Americans, please! …..
Berated, sweet-talked, flung a token-totem, dead respect
(All able doers sunken south receded past remission)
Demotic speakers lash the crowds, swing crass evangel stripes:
One vastly low deception
So overnight here stealthly grows an ugly toadstool knowledge
All’s fudge, all’s hedge, as deemed esteemed by politicians
Performance presentation slaps immoderate dishonour
On platforms of pretension weakening words uphold
This theme-park outing signifies a wandering world confounded
Where billionaires’ play Games of Thrones, always at coining;
Disdaining Crowns of Thorns: like frozen ammonites