Faded Wise

Tarry leather stuck a hat in an Eagle's feather and called it a smacker while it looked for the wise cracker. And the tarry leather came alive personified. But, it wiggled away while it was inside. And, though it died, oh, the experience to metamorphasize was so faded wise. This poem may come across as word salad but it's suppose to be more like the jabberwacky or more like my poem the jabbertalky. Thousands have read my poems but I still get beaded sweat across my brow. Yes, it must be so faded wise. And these words on a page are all it implies. I'm an artist of drama. Know man or woman I can see in sight. And to me that's faded wise.