Luvable losers in the throes of an emotional disjuncture

none other than the flim flam man can render incomprehensible

memorabilia to instill within what we begin to amend

as we partake what would be considered fake

like some flakes who cake up unmistakably with remarkable

wisdom imparted throughout these parts - my artistic thrust

gusts forth as I obfuscate the remaining strains

as we pine away for former days relay the message

of this particular session to peasants unpleasant terms

confirm those who learn to turn reality sideways

by a new viewpoint distorted as previously reported

my cohorts chortle and smirk at attempts to prevent

wonder where the inspiration went?

I can't see the trees if writing these words

occurred at a later date - waiting for my ship to come in

pin my hopes on short notice focus on the basic

slips of the tongue amongst other verbal tics

committed to paper relate to inflated expectations

with a raised fist - no voices raised in anger

we've all been tamed by our worlds