Culture Loom

The roaming minutes encircle my thoughts As I delve romantically into the possibility of falling My associations, they tend for the lift When my vicarious aberrations cause a pigs tail in their midst Yet their overworn malicious grin tends to me a harrowing mystique dealt subsequent Therein, in lieu of stirring a stew in such autonomous disparity, as of late, I wave the waiter over for the check and leave breadcrumbs sticking to my plate