Scope Out A Fresh Aspect Ratio Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

From one extreme urge to another:
It can be one extreme life
Pointing out the outbursts is pointless,
Take the tip and be done with it
So many issues, we're going to need tissues,
But dry those runny eyes,
Shed those tears and scope out a fresh aspect ratio,
An exploit that's nothing to sneeze into
Somewhere out there, in the deep recesses of the unoccupied space,
It's all new, and mostly beautiful
So put away the high veins and the red face,
Temper the tantrum and let it all be jolly good