“More Musings From the ID” (ed)

Excellent tho’ they may be, no gods of health can reflect a

       nuisance variety,

Caught up in fantasy the will is smudged and characterized,

By tokens of youthful ignorance,

Begone! – no more resilience or pleasurable consequence,

United with awful love and disjointed if possible,

Agree with solitude but bring on no parade of solace,

What portion of the crowds are real?

Who steers the craft – or who cares?

Why bring on a simple vicissitude of sharing?

How do we cope with pleasant difficulty?

Where is the ordinary baking of bread?

When is the knoll coming for we fortunates?

Extra laws brought on by little wisdom

Carefully check the entry regulations

For one man to exist with another

Absolutely ignominious, are we not?

To feel no pain for the unfortunate masses

Tangled in the nets of confusion

Burnt in their own fires of poverty

To bring again the oils to the lamps of freedom

Naught but annoying, tiring tirades

Brought out for a new religion

Long will he live who buys into such testaments

Forlorn, disapproved, glaring use of a cowcatcher to sweep  

        off the tracks of authority

Only this once does the notion subside

But most will accelerate into oblivion…

                                                                *ed*