a moral attribute on a silent night
when rats are afar
as some fain would regroup
themselves to
shun western civilization
to humbly ascertain
a supreme level
of sophistication
or refinement
as both shared a value
called garden paths
and farm tracks
only to boastfully
till them in the
zone
a no-go
indeed
likened to a weekender bag
it took me, like you took me,
and when I had taken you
..for granted
it always seemed like
holding up that
glass,
for a toast
but aren't we drinkers,
you may ask?
I pooled in my
moneys and have
not paid the landlord
because here's my anxiety:
socialism and communism
are planned
by the moral overlord
how can we survive
my gentle blowball,
in this shifty stream of
consciousness?
but my being logoleptic
is crucial,
lets me save myself
of a semiotic-
turned-poetic
..exulansis