Parental Ills

PARENTAL ILLS Fresh fallacy fall flat Betwixt blenched beaux Oldies goldies, modern crime Lacerated denims, newish culture Conventional crews, forgotten taws Dearie draws near, dressed chamber Old tent, increasing wails Baggy laps, incessant sounds Daunted, flabbergasted grips Pleasurable, gratifying tips Floppy fathers left in tears Flooey spinsters drown in cheers Riotous gays, the curse of the pap Garbled kins seek for help The volcanic melt Of the ancestor’s heart The rhythmic palpitations Of the reticent gents Shrank shanks, belittled tragedies Neglected nuggets, seed for malevolence The ancient error of complacency The ignorant digression of antiquity The polluted cultivation of time past Now drives our life apart Children left in decadence Immature breeds ignored for self-indulgence Now we howl like a famished wolf Who will hear and not mock our woof? The corrupt past camaraderie Of our medieval papas Made our lassies today eerie And our blessed lads treacherous Our face now soaked up in sullenness Grumpiness hungrily eat us up Our heart fiercely harbored in turbulence The sweet wine of malevolence fill our cup Thirsty, we refused our threshed vine Who will drink if not us? Who will? We’re left drained with clumsy spine Passive courage, dilacerated will We prayed but who cares? We supplicated but who cares?