Art Will Last Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

I will not last
But art will last forever
Thus I have created
Thus I have created
Thus created and framed
The time to give damnedest of myself
That-away that no one could but art will not lose its etherealisation
That's white of everyone who could flee into which no one could see the fleeting
Load-star
Being watchful to zero in on with gape my dearly-won victory
Mimed for, dined for, finery clothed metamorphose without spanking nor bopping
Otherworldly
Sootiness will be sanitized sordidness will be spiked like a sardine oil
With gushing hushing like a dude with intelligent feat honeyed
On its very bank trivialization would be taken as rarefaction antique
Fastidiously pep-up to steak
With the whodunit unstylish piecemeal
Pool up with what's what-sis belonged for tidy-up
Like a pencil withholding naïveté kinky littlish funkiness
When you know what's what
Able to change what should be what
Then you make mindful, materialization
Without being nonage nor mythical being
Like a darling lovable whilst does not devoid of marriageability
That likes unlikelihood of wanderlust
Sponsored with freeman free-woman
Either sort of Paleolithic eliolithic Stonehenge
Thither and yon de
Neither of the sort either of the sort Neanderthal
Let's be a game-changer be it what it may
Even if it was spoonerism who cares
Having an unavoidable musty muse over Just to score a birdie
That's not unlifelike can be knife-like
Who do not like woolgathering so become wool-sorter? .
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim