Gerbils
To whom I show restraint,
Or tangle riches in the mist,
Voices, distant from my cyst
Rabid they may never faint
Citizen before the pact
Knoweth he how he must act
Not without the quiet cheer, while dim
Not before the Others sneer at him with sin
Tangles, dangles wish upon a sound gall-opus
Silence, when it glows they shan’t rope us
Ah the imagery I must escape, do you feel the same, my trusting cape?
Forever more unnoticed lives your flaw
But what if Others visioned what I saw
Medic scraped and tied your beaten drum
Child of hazel, found in scum
For I only am a shadow, hence I know
Part of you, part of two
Ravaged by a fatal blow
A profounded history of you
Told through fellow people too
As amassed by criticality,
My pen and papers; your lethality
Lined up suspects yield us force of Spanish bulls
Won’t be long ‘till dance their cracked out skulls
Whether it be sons our friends will sell,
Be it daughters of the Veln
Spite us all, or two, you remnant Church!
That’s until I find your treasures to besmirch
Leader leads with simple hand,
Undisturbed by your demand
Feeding a momentum utterly of heaviest sand,
Finds the path to reinvigorate our birch
Many a demented bottomfeeder stand before us limpless, then they limp
Kneecaps of their yesteryear cast out wider than the nation’s blimp
You are in the way, in a time designed for giving with no disarray
Shall there be no more vast East and tumultuous West,
So that we can demonstrate us to ourselves from our uniquest crest?
Highness, and you still believe we have more years to spare?
Chance of reaching gates to India—no longer it lays bare
Circumstantial—what is seen or is believed—stories of the wind
Highness, you must be aware—I am prepared, for I’m thick-skinned
—mainland turbulence expects it, you don’t care?
Time! I finally receive the game, with permission from the sage
Here they go, the fluid tongues in which I speak,
Every day on the first page.
Farther than they ever, just as countless bodies’ liquids they will reek
There is gladness to my heart, fellows’ve put a face to my own name!
Never uninvited, not neglected—but cardinal, how go our operations?
Good thus far, I don’t believe, I tell how it is. Have you looked at my creations…
Highness, why you have to take away my claim?