Cliched To Death Poem by shimon weinroth

Financial times and imagining, pity full rhymes
the poetic form and the norm
catch Fancy's desire to perform
in the kingdom of mirrored micro

In the middle of misty mingle
searching for a jingle of magnetic tricks
sticky substance, makes for itch and a lump of kitch
wash it off, brush it off, toss it off
enervated dissapated, seeding of the ground
un full fill fairy dreams

It's the feeling that makes the world go round
it's the friction that stops the spin, it's the angels on a pin
voyeured down, vicariously cliched to death
it's the poetic form and the norm
catching Fancy's desire to perform