There was a boy
Said ever glad,
For animate joy
Save he felt sad,
Its adolesce span
Exacts but a fad,
Be that so it may
Fix boy to be man,
He’d bid afar day
From stripling state,
That inevitable way
To descry adulthood,
Toward destined fate
Binds resolute say,
Held misnomer depth
Of ending youth’s stay,
He’d pursue cheat its death!
The have naught, ebb
With life a tragedy,
Trapped in a web
Of apathetic reality,
Man will so scheme
Endemic of betrayal,
To attain his means…
Ergo haves, we may agree
Live pithily said comedy,
For they especially
Of careless objectivity,
Destine their domain
In animate fantasy,
Suffering not inequity
The while feign humane!
I can but agonize
To suffer hear,
The hue and cry
Of ill-fated fear,
Held to defeat
Alas for naught,
By callous minds
Who would deny,
One having sought
Humane recognition,
In effort to attain
For animate self,
Yet made bear pain
While greed feigns blind,
To disperse its stain
From ill gotten gain,
Issue of man inhumane!
Poetry on a canapé 