A learned traitor to the masses,
equipped with the malady that
today's tomorrows are beyond reproach.
Fathered in excesses of blinded youth
they've become partners in crime
far beyond the future Bonnie and Clydes.
Their eyes sparkle with floundered
ideas amidst the laughs and fornication
that often leaves a slight residue.
These drippings, just a beginning
of sleepless nights and distant dreams
while the whispers stay to terrify.
But brave faces and tactful deceit
comply with the trends among
the bazaar of quaint little idols.
These fractured souls of yester-year
remember the fallacies sold by
Mrs. Cleaver and Aunt Bea.
The place where blueberry pie
was the glue that held together
a generation of maddened wizards...
tins now blood/soaked and dripping
with the intentions of some little
dreamer's dream lost at random will.
This being the provocation they seek
and the excuses abound, they all
seem satisfied to float listless,
but the drowning bodies tattered
and bloated remain in constant vigil
against the censure of social intelligence.
