Who'l like the lilly lizards keenly listen
To the rhymes of time and clime?
When fleets of nitwits numble at the feet knowledge
Claiming to know, knowing only claims
Echoes of eerie, undotted dots of sounds,
Hubbubs of hiccups loud unheard
Noise of intellect from d cracks of urly beds of buziness,
The euphoric romance of duty call
That neglect the nirvana of truth standing stall.

Only the lizards appreciates and cuddle
Always nod at the truth without grumble
'Cause a philosopher that understands they are
While we prig and probe propositions.

Beyond all unwitted wits we may search
For meanings meaninglessly
Amidst jumbles of objects of the mind
The more we shine our light, the more darkness insurrect our path,
'Cause no meaning is mined from the mind.

Pearls of meaning lies across
The inlets of the soul in the lawns of the neurological.

A good listener could hear ultra silence speak
The truth, philosophers prawl seven seas
And fortheen mountains of dialectics
Like a blind man looking for a black goat in the night
In the desert while the goat stalk at home.