My smiles just for the institution,
Which trifles not with constitution:
Brooks not the safest prostitution,
Defaulters starving restitution...
Institution that works with tuition
To minds prepare for intuition,
So that yesterday's Dumped Destitute
Is not today's Bitter Prostitute...
Institution tasting sweet Appeal,
No plans to Sacrosanct Laws repeal:
A body for Routine procreation
Of men with famished eyes on fruition.
That's institution for Rubber Stamp
None other ever served as the Lamp
What if life is a gift of thought?,
here yonder at a celestial splendour,
what if nature is a thing of beauty and zest?,
and what if dream itself is a twain in December?,
dust can be fooled them anon,
for this is a culture that I found funny and lovely,
to hold me as if the world would then be yon.
Earth is gold and gold is earth,
fantasy to fantasy, right there I, is it realm?,
a word one man said that heart can wish,
even fonder than to visit all planets, yonder is a dream,
calculus is my hobby against a loss,
now, what if life is a journey of mission at times,
I did keep my pace leaping up against tis wears.
There is a country and continental defaulters too,
how bitter is pain and how bitter is rot,
if upon twas barbaric, now is thus given to,
and if upon a dream everybody is not an exception to wit,
and traverse freely through the earth east or west,
at what sigh other than zest is fun?,
thus a tale I hope to retire later to rest.
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Be warned, who goes there at his helm!
This corner of Poseidon's realm
belongs to ME.
From shiny crest to briny floor,
horizons ledge to edge of shore,
I OWN this sea!
Herein, a vessel named as thine
shall be reclaimed and hence be mine -
as will it's BANK
But fear ye not! When faced with dues
defaulters, in debts place, may choose
to walk the plank!
I am the Ocean's rebel son
and devils work is never done,
so, I set sail...
Forever after, young again,
both Cabin Boy and Captain in
this pirates tale...
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