SONNET 68

Sonnet.68- And lo,shrinking violet cluster spend'st they their fury and ado in pifflest gimcrack,the infected earth can boast of,O truant ruse,thou art devoid of ruritarian midas and bland,fired its rustic salvo,a confuted scarecrow,where shall we amends make,for the crimson of causecelebre and cong'st taken of this vicious but vitriolic confiscators?Both eschatology and epistemology on their lap,karma furious foams in vain,So dost thou too o shrinking violet and therein sat complacent,Rusticate brutish congress dampen not thy overzealousness o forward violet will not amply console thee thyself that"epistemology secede from no from no frontier,with its escutcheon of eschatology afix'd to the guillotine like medes and persia"Wherein the beast and the genteel farce dost not frostly lay akimbo;in their gilded tomb and humdug exit felt?And to the eulogy of times and space,yet to be fondly spindl'd,Then hold thy sparsely office o forward violet,need not thou time to cupt