A Fiendish Destitution

While we dwell to this dreidel, I seek to know before a sear, Even in the most ineluctable dandle, The fruit to which may indeed bear; In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle, Most morass yet merely in fear, For the sake of fiduciary wheedle, Let me share with you my compadre, The reason for this lachrymose! We seek solace, I seek a motley, Of a jejune yet quite leonine__ I’m carrying a huge cornucopia; __And the temerity to extirpate The gloaming quiddity, the fireflies. With my cries not perceptible; And this sandbag is too heavy a burden; The earthquake of demands, With the hallucination of needs, Have starved my conscience Mekeba! For I do not come to you by chance, By chance found you in my utopia. To be a man calls for a hybrid of habits, The fluctuation which efface intrinsic, Hapless of a jaded impaired grift. To be a suitable snitch in the sight, Of your serene pugilism with skylark, A batty revelation of chains of choice! An honest opinion of soft sips..... A turpitude scent of petals niche, The jurassic meld of mundane’s prig. In my desolate the burning throbs, The anxiety to revert my paunch, The antithesis of the flamboyant story; The entangled facts from the realities This is the precarious situation smelling, Around the jungle with fear or shame. The ornery of your aesthetic breach, And they vaunted to a great suffice, Tales of a teller telling them in a folktales. Everyone with his own dilemma; In the gamut of this conjecture, Who will help me muster this burden? I have reached the dovetail for perfection For I’m no longer a peer, so I see different, From the way I saw ages ago in oblique. This pot of inferno has exploded and this fire, The inscrutable fire has engulfed my head, I’m burning in clandestine fray.... I’m in moribund and so I bloviate for help, In this helpless world that help only the dead!!.