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Oh final stanza Title yet required Men of mice Oh Sancho Panza O Wilde Oh Auden juicy bone clock Oh vagueties of meaning Speak unto me in visions of language only i may understand Feed me grool as spaghetti soup Until i plead please Sir, May i have some more Fulfill my lesser known desires catch me up in Dante Inferno back draft Beat , form , flow , glow Stroke , poke , needle , prick Dark , light , day , night Love , argue , fight , make-up Hope , faith , belief , positivity Endless possibilities of kaos karma reciting mantras Oh quality O revelry What such sweet penalties await When writting on muffled drum Sabre rattling one's pen scratching furrowed brow over tilted monocle Whilst drenched in pools of pensive acidic sweat from over thinking thought Ever still enveloped and intoxicated by the poem's pacing through my mind racing blindly out of control While all the while i wishing this was not my chosen hobby but merely just a past time That i could leave behind and would let up and in so doing free me from this cursid state of insomniac wordplay paralysis That blights my night's and suppresses me from dreaming Till all that's left is yawning and a billion plus random word's that don't make sense to anyone but me