Isn't our job to cause emotional damage
to churn and stir mix and taint
forfeited in the craven of our lost visage
we squabble to dabble in feigned
the remnants of of our insanities in wastage
in porous minds long waned
speaking wraiths from cess mud drainages
base hue-less fluids of the disdained
skedaddled blots in shamed nakedness
ignorance avails the vain
the collective of momparas honouring uselessness