Ode To Ouster Order At Home of Imperiality

gale to bluster, sleet to bluster, worst whacked are hobos around huts cluster. nowhere to doss, tempest to toss, yet another sucker punch sweeps across. with big boot to field, with big stick to wield, arrogative hosts of imperial capital always have big deal to yield, so august the majestic center, so wretched the lowborn hobos, ouster order seems to get it best addressed, with wish we roil, for wish we toil, how come repayment of repellence proves us a foil to the soil sordidly steeled? humanity they tread, hostility they breed, how bleak it is to plead for the creed they've professed! empty as the firmament is, vast as the earth, no habitat for us o'er the horizon strides caste chasm. much as we wail, much as public opinion vociferates, the sacrament highest held hails from their behest. astray our kith and kin adrift our kismet, ashtray accommodates our enthusiasm, echoes with their gleeful spasm. ouster order, peremptory, outrageous, sledgehammer; its wide-ranging aftermath ne'er to be redressed.