Be it rye, barley, berries: whichever my glass carries
- will keep me content- if only for a brief moment.
These fermented cherries do cause the little fairies
- to speak, very, kindly to me, far as my eyes can see.
Could it be: thee- yeast has suddenly caused a cease
- in sanity- for me? Or is it that I've, simply, released
- my need for other people's nods and approvals?
Have I, merely, stopped caring what fellow pupils
- see and/or feel when they look or think t'ward me?

There are drones in the skies with snoopy eyes
- that spy on you and I in our own homes.
They have their eyes on all our devices;
- take as a good example all our phones.
Cries of our demise are all I can write
- though-  I know it may be, oh so, useless
- for I may not ever alter the plight
- of the world that our master produces.
Yes, it's useless to even attempt it:
- the act of questioning their ***** deeds;
- but, even still, I get very tempted:
- knowing full well they'll put bullets in me.
They control every aspect of our life
- and they intend to **** us all with strife
- should we accidentally speak out of line.

Oh, you blast'd and blustery evening,
- how you do, indeed, leave me grieving
- a brother o' mine- a partner in crime;
- a peaceful man who ended up freezing
- such a - very - long, long time - ago.

"Careful not to crash your chariot in the snow, Giddy!
For- at -40 degrees: being stuck in a ditch isn't pretty;
- are you sure you want to leave? It's, ever, so misty
- in that deep valley just North of this ole' city:
- Eldorado. Giddy, if you go & are engulfed in snow
- then I'll wake tomorrow with woes- & feeling guilty.
Feeling guilty because I know I could've stopped you
- but you wouldn't hear my spew-  of caring concern.
So- tomorrow morning, I will learn-
- of your death.. I'm sure as heck
- that someone'll stumble upon your carriage wreck."

Aegidius' carriage crashed upon a lonely back road:
-a quiet back road that nobody has ever known,
- a quiet back road where people seldom go;
-where his horses have laid down in the snow & froze
-and he knows- that he will, likely, be the next to go.

God only knows, what hides within those snows!
If he don't end up froze, I'm sure that the crows
- would love to decompose, and dispose of, those
- fleshy bits of his- after all that's left are his ribs
- lying in the snow: torn apart by God only knows.

"All of the deer upon this sphere
- fear when they hear me coming near!"
- a, very, old & fat man made clear.

"Is it the time of year- to spear
- all, us, deer on this prairie here?
Then, we must, silently, disappear
- out thee eyesight of these pseudo-plainsmen!"
- exclaimed thee wise, old deer- ever so blatant:
- attempting to commandeer the harmless herd
- but, unfortunately, some of the herd never heard
- his words. Thus- they will be pelted and the birds
- will fly from the trees as the gunpowder bursts!

I've ceased speaking to, mankind, my own species.
For: all o' the mischief within all o' these bodies
- has left me, here, pondering those ole' birch trees
- and about how they are where I, really, ought to be;
- far away from my species and from modern society.
"I really have to go, folks; the clock is getting near
- time I have a date with roaming white-tailed deer
- and raccoons! Yes; the time is coming, ever, so soon
- and I wouldn't wish to keep these creatures waiting..
- not even for one single moon. I won't see you soon
- and I hope that you'll all, completely, understand
- because I've become enthralled in a wild woodland:
- where no man has ever known as his home,
- where the unburdened buffalo used to roam;
- that is where I will build my beautiful home
- & all I'll have to worry about: snoopy, little drones."

Ancient astronomers let out a sigh
- upon realizing that their' intrigued eyes
- cannot see all o' thee Planets in our skies
- past all o' these intrusive, metallic flies
- that are, strategically, designed, simply, to spy
- on, each and every one of, you and I.
They may find themselves distraught
- and will try to move themselves abroad
- but their' freedom can never be bought
- because the elites despise their' thoughts;
- thoughts of freedom, liberty, and justice.
The royals'll ****** anyone who's conscious
- regardless of how, incredibly, harmless
-they might, very well, be. Don't you see?
That it is lethal to meddle in the plans of royalty.

Nothing that I could, ever, write
- will change thee unfortunate plight
- of our dreary, controlled existence.
You see? No matter how hard the resistance:
- the elite's control is persistent and consistent.
A better future, for us peasants, is non-existent;
- & all of our children will, surely, be enslaved
- regardless of the way that we have behaved.
The elites will use everything against us
- simply to advance their gruesome agenda
- involving full control of the Earth and people;
- in massive poverty, we will all be equal.
If we're not "peaceful", we'll meet lethal
- forces- on this lovely Winter solstice.