T. G. I. F. Poem by R.K. Cowles

Once duence, incadescent was my aura
The snapiness of resolute thoughts
Evince by allision the feedback
To other's inquiries
Proffering esteem criterion
But similar approach
From carousing with fatuousness
It is not anywheres as nigh as prominence
Of prior divination
The crude ingredience of caprise mishap
Non lengthier a limned prophet
A despicable portrait muffled
Amongst the somnambulation of ambiguity
My intellect non lengthier plenary
It becomes harness like a manacle ghost
Sporadically the occurance of my
[T]houghts [G]one [I]rascibly [F]reakish