Insubordination
To the jungles of wisdom
May you dumb show
And be dumbstruck
To detect the golden patterns
of wisdom?
Drifters as potential cosmopolitan
Should they drift away exposure
They might be the worst of species
Wits like a droplet
Drip in tidbits like a drumbeat
O tis in drizzle wisdom grooves
The downtroddens do not remember wisdom
But only money and nothing but money
Yet you need wisdom to get money.
Stake your doppelgangers
For your dreams
The abracadabra of dreamland entry
Must I diddle as a deadduck
To get to my prime destination?
But what if it works like magic?
Seasons of dejavu
Birthed on the Indian files
Is the golden transition towards Nirvana
Do not embrace dudgeon
When you groove with cribbage
And loose
That cringe,crease and crick is the cricket to stardom
Does my cosset my coterie
To play cottage
To my house of wits?
Suffocate contusion
When it suffocate thee
Otherwise may not convalesce
the patient
Opulence evanesces
At the dithering of contretemps
Avert I plead a little contretemp
A clodhopper dissuade remorse
And anticipate halcyon days
Yet the cloistered veins alien to his elf
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