Temporarily engrossed
     with some routine
     activity with aplomb
(such as dismantling
     an atomic bomb)
every now, and

     again these myopic
     (brown) eyes regularly glanced
     at the clock calm
lee aware of traversing,
     thru space/time continuum,
     for no apparent

     reason, (or rhyme)
     I suddenly felt ****
founded, and struck
     with quirky query,
     asper, whence upon
     whatever revelation

     did the passage of seconds,
     minutes, or hours did ham
handedly become codified,
     delineated, and etched
     allowing, enabling,
     providing humans

     to fritter away life
     in a traffic jam
hence, ewe may
     **** head sideways,
     or bleat me like a lamb
moost likely breaking out

     [with the verse a ram...sam...sam
     Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
     A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
     Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
     A rafiq, a rafiq
     Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
     A rafiq, a rafiq
     Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam]

perhaps, now even
     more so befuddled than before
by my challenge
     to communicate,
vizier, i.e., whether ye har
     sir man or ma'am

how the vista of
     the past present or future
     (oh...way before 'Nam!)
basically what conditions -

     also oh yea,
     way before Ram
mud Dan coalesced
     to beget getting the
     shed jewel for the tram
so as NOT tug *** supervisor
     to hit you with a WHAM!