Craven voices trying to court my feelings
badgering that they should become acquainted
seducing of tales to regale images for conjuring
white-washed monochrome memories in glows tainted

My feelings is wedded to a noble mind obliging
and worships the lit expanse of renaissance humanity
the wholesome enlightenment that proves a soul shinning
in the visage of sublime talents and amour true they find unity

So neither sandstorms or roaches reaches  my feelings
scorpions holds self-made poisons they are cursed to ever carry
T'is scorpions nature though used cost a sting to leave weaklings
my mind serenades my feelings look how thirty years no tarry

Malignant shadows seeks unity with my feelings
but how can mice climb polished enchanted marble towers
blessed in the rays of the rarefied abode with positive ceilings
steadfast belief of the nobility of fellow beings not sheep followers

My feelings are governed by noble ideals
not by the screams of scatterlings or the howls of rats
nor the schema of the ******* minds in delusions unreal
accept my resounding contempt, I'm impervious to senile brickbats