Wrawling worms rise,
release your stench that is deceit;
tenebrific mindsets bent,
thoughts in schemed audacity;
miscreants, who divide,
an affront to brotherly oddness;
writhe in death continuance,
stand censurable oldster.
Paradigmatic spoor of humanity,
seeking 'Golden Hammer';
tellurians reap shame,
truth's obvention, oddity hampers;
purgatorial minions,
flense gleefully of votive hummers;
denizen reciprocal,
death fluttering proctal puckering.
Impertinences propel casus belli,
truth is asphyxiated;
perfidiously rupestral eye,
sees a fiendish affiliation;
personify the ideology,
exemplify oligarchic filiations;
insensateness, earnest mete,
Id vitiated by proration.
Fraudulence and blithe craft,
portend that 'Dies irae';
effusively, world's breath reveals,
death's empty Koshirae;
immured is time, life depends,
observe the fulgent day;
oeuvre, divine mind themes,
in deciphering Anno hegirae.
Becloud darkness with truth,
of word each circle blend;
drearily palm negative voice,
choked amid life's blunder;
poetic justice, seek a mean,
verbose pretendant estudiar;
ontology of ideals,
bares illudera, as future illiterati.
Epitome of modernism: senseless, incoherent, trailing clouds of metaphoric inclarity, sorta sensual, sorta arrogant, pseudo-erudite, and, BY GEORGE, damned interesting.
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Spoor of humanity! ! ! Poor with the bell; The floor is bare. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Aloha Edward Kofi and Cheers! Nothing like baring the limits of debt capitalism... What say you? All of the best from this life, to you, and all of our relations... Michaelw1two