“To The Aid of the Damned” Ill-tempered and morose, A jostled non-entity Scarred By the gallant band of nobodies, Encircled By a ring of fraternity, The torturous region of space Propagated by turning, winding Boundaries of the attentive assemblage Who vigilantly guard The surrounding limits of his circumstance And check his efforts To circumvent such inhabitants of affable society, Easy, gracious, Polite and refined, A humanity cultivated and educated, Their clamor hidden In stealthy cheer, Rattling and jarring their prisoner Into embracing The masterly counterfeit lifestyle In a bona-fide farewell To disapproval And embarking on a road To great prosperity And ornate gifts Brilliant in color Yet radiant in despair; The brutish rustic Still agitated and jarred And scarred by the gallant hosts That bind him, He succumbs and takes the blows In a purifying way- Allowing the clash of wills To completely cleanse His moral rifts, Allowing their leniency To beget a kind-hearted, Cloudless, fair, serene, Unmistakably sunny Manifestation of flawless tenderness, Easily discerned From the crag in the cliff At the summit Of the clenched rejection Of the veiled brotherhood In a strict and ringing termination, Finally clearing the dense overcast moods And other stifling vestments Of his dismal burdens, And with a last bludgeon of merriment He realized that Traveling to the beat Of a different drummer Requires the patronage and sacrifice Of the straight and narrow. wbiro |