Incongruities of,
this immature world.
Soft spoken fan,
of outspoken babble,
in which we dabble.
Look out for the faithful!
All too much escapism…
Embittered ways,
reminding daily,
of mediocre solace…
Antiquated youthful dreams.
Stray adolescent screams.
Watch mercury lowered,
broken God.
See frigid maids gathered,
bores for the taking.
Ring comes to finger,
end of dreams.
Blown flatulence,
childhood tales fail miserably.
As heart beats and face pales.
Gusts will subside,
no more trying.
Crust begins to form,
as the joys of ceremony,
are so quickly…
Just a memories.