An Exercise In Futility

A howler when I purse my lips Cutting off my nose to spite my face When on purpose I beat my chest in cribs Where restraint, respect and reflection erase the trace and brace Immersed in consistency, competency and congruency Within realms usually teeming with compromise For the sake of efficacy Riding on the back of surprise at sunrise In a panorama that suggests ability To consider in depth views of interlocutors Unless fragility and futility Boosted by persecutors and prosecutors Whose short-sightedness comes to the fore Upon close scrutiny Of the core That accelerated the mutiny In which self-harm metamorphosed into an illusion Pushed to the limit and beyond conjecture value Raising the profile in the full glare of the delusion Whose true blue glue without a clue Led me to assert the naïve notion That a wrong could engender a right By virtue of mere assertion In benighted circumstances whose blight Came undone When far from earning me fame Succeeded in repelling prospects of the pardon For which I long as to my name I attached a plethora of blighted blame.