A kind treasure for the eternal soul
Soulmates raptured in the holy transition
From the latest afterlife into the next afterlife,
A matinee idol gunned for the martinis with no matins,
A matman well groomed from the punditry of the matrisib, matrikin down to the patrikin,
Oft to be hooded by the home for the home,
Not a maunder to disrepute the status of a maven
To the disdain of mavericks in sheep clothings,
Dissents of the dissidents dissipates in smokes
The mores of a home and the gongs of civilised broths,
The mystery round a home cannot be quantified
And demystified by no ramifications whatsoever,
To slanders the parturition of homish mores,
Morning bells in oblivious swirl of desert jails,
Screams for nothing but the agony of broken stardom
Where apotheosis goes off in smoke,
Tis the abiding love of home in the language of meliorism,
Pushes the frontier of stardom above the means of vulgar earth,
A meliorist quite mellisonant to the crucifix of home's security
And the price of a home neither the architecture nor the affordability,
Even at indifference not a meshwork of the meshuga,
Or the meshuggeneh of his mesmerized stupor,
A home abiding Insulator of the human dignity ,
e priceless existence of the passage of earthly existence,
Waow it takes a mesophyte not xerodyte hydrophyte to reach mesopotamia,
Straddling mesosphere between thermosphere and ecosphere.
Till u get to stratosphere
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