Strive to Listen. Thus convert what we hear
If Articles alone were your Sharp Cause
Even I, sore as a Horner's Thumb fear
What sordid News would take my Heart to pause
May be just as well; Though tempted to peek
Ask my Frivolities from your State feed
Such Real Illusion; Of Poisoned Scents reek
Take your Summed Profile more than I would need
And as I have told - at least by Bob's Bay
Ask once more the Whitened Baby preserve
For his Dark Water; Un-Succumb the Day
And wipe his Flannel he so much deserve.
Such is Behaviour. Balanced by Degree
The same which I bind the Demon in me.