SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A LOTUS?

SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A LOTUS?Shall icompare thee to a lotus?A lotuseater and a lounge,fibrillating in the blue sky, Thou art morelotus and a freakish lounge and no gadfly to thy freckle, Bathos-wranglings off beam,a beachcomber of subterfuged purple birth and gilded forays,And downthe hatches,hath all too hellbent-ungenerous to batten,Sometimetoo benumb,that archipelago ofphantasmagoria anomie,his bearhugs screwed,And everyindolenceby its bedbugs,like a walrusmoutache,hanging on his own,its sloven bedfellow,By beatniks'spurned or bedraggled intendmentbecome or therein moreishpsychotic bedridden,But thy bedlamtransit bedsit shall not its timber slumber,Nor baulk obsession ofthe unfair lounge, Nor shall indecisionas sloughed as loungelizardin thy bone marrow with bated breath,crumblest baste, When in baroquebarkings,to bark thou growest,Solong as with your barehands or that immanent barrenness can pluck,So long barefaced,this gong of balderdash lines and unfair lyrics sings,glued to thy feet its doggedtwain