A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI

A HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI-A Poem from the anthologies of  ST.BLUES QUEER STREET. Part 1.                                                                                                                                                    Oh pour not adulation on he,The adventitious adrift of silver moon,Athough thy libation be long and tiring, That coat of arms shall not refrain the grafitis of a pedigree,nor its waxworks coarsened,What a feint felicitous being so fatheaded and feather brained, to so much impugn himself,yonder the hoick of the holoipoloi.Are minnows farcical and fatcats, farthest  pedagogue, not faraway,from living obscurity? Nancy teens,naifs and nambypambies,at the plow,nailbitten by gales nigh and farthest astray.Necropolis needleworks, never do wells and mongolian navel gazers.Yet still,with a neaptide of silvermoon,a mere hoick of holoipoloi,And lo they that neign do well the nemesis catch.Mutinous mudslinging,mules and gutter middlings that spared,not the idiosyncratic muffs, slingshots'hooded Jack Robinsons,barely silvermoon amiss,Approach the end of the tunnel and perseveres the muddy waters,yonder the midgets and middlings of the middle of the road.What miasma of milchcow,thou art been booned,legion of necropolis,leeched by humorous sungods and sungoddess,silvermoon's milchcows,navel gazers and haphazard trojan horses, forlorn kindred spirit of the nirvana,jetlagged jeremiads , forsooth silvermoon jailbirds.The bedridden Aluplutan neither belayed nor belicose as her holoipoloi's hoick, nor behind