If its real
as real as real is
it would not take a bunch
of prattling echoes etched in malice
to send or carry messages that are sound

if intelligence is residential
common sense becomes uncommon
and intentions for resolve holds no fear
to err is human to atone is human with humanity
to lack is to wrong and covert chancing right by default

so carry your advocacy foul
to your court of expediency and deceits
enter your pleas of scrotes and ganish salted minds
bring along your town cryers and clowns to entertain us
the inadequate hordes and pestilence are one and the same

If its really real
as real as real is and should be
it would hold no count with vagabonds' stench
for birds of a feather cohorts in like minds and guises
whereas the golden eagle claims the palace of the skies alone
in your deeds you embellish your minds cannot soar in higher reaches

you are
born and
meant for
the lower
altitudes
stay there
and scratch amongst the dirts for your fitting pickings
whereupon plenty ants and worms are in haunted unison