NIGH THEE - NIGH THEE. Part 2

about thy becoming's nuggets,much more about thy flying wings,and all about thy darts 'gainst the walls of hostilities,So much about thy fortitude,What magic tricks and sleight of hands do you require that nigh thee,within thee didst abhor? Wake up you shabby,sleazy sleepy head and be not slewed at the slope,beneath this slice of life. That bliss smacks above the slough of despond,when innermost within thee submerged,a spanking spew of'nigh thee's bespoke spigot,for all men will kiss their verdict by their own hands,Look not for help,in alien lands and help therein you cannot get,They jest with posterity when they these entreaties galore,they make,godforsaken they bleed and then when obscene guerdon spanks,stand in stupor googleeyed,to spot them vile,slothful sport,strengthless birds blotting the sky,Each leaning on thy innermost worth much more than a lifetime of hellish struggles, See how the friction runs wide even so alarming amidst the literatis andsomeday we might all be nihilists,martyrs of'nigh thee