The planet mall
We befuddled by our limitations much dreaded to cerebrate
A handful did and ovation soared like never before
Still like a drop of water in the ocean of the unknown age
Wispy and wistful on the wishy washy plummet of our resolve
Let no restraint on the porch of cerebration
The witch hunters and blackmailers not much detested
Not much needed in a corpus of social life
Yet mendest plows soars at the heavenward
Who spite the thoughtless for the years to come?
Practically none none whatsoever
Unless their seeds thereafter the road to cerebrate
Is forever coded and closed and we shall say 'let the gloom be,
Sarcasm as well as paradox as wel as irony
Fly on every damn sense of humor beneath and above.
Of course mortals are fond of springing surprises
From the cannons of its sorcery.
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