No More Down In Th' Mystified Moore. Poem by Michael Gale

To be or not to be...
Elixers of th' FounTENed of Youtheritus.
Nay ye to unsheath ye sworded sling lit arrows.

To be for not to me...
To shine not unshrowded shadowed shrine.

Enbankments circumvenetian blindness of the most hastened heart...
Youlipticus smelling salts assaults thy assinationational brethren hath part.

Beseech thee, ye altered stated path of mind...
Collage to thee, unalterable whi-net, winnie wined.

Claustaphobiblical bibliography red...
Dead Seas scrollitionism rebirthed as dead.

Hence forth ye, be dead no more...
Snore a score to snore
no more down in th' mystified moore.