ploughing in semblance
languid in the malaise of hedonistic ignorance
and caressed by wilful delusions
our lepers at the gate
pour out musings of meanings in meaninglessness

whilst in plain sight
in broad daylight
in barefaced affronts
Chrystal clear to Chrystal shine  
in entrenched rigor mortis  to boot
where forth is the emotional connection that engages

when the subterfuge wheedles around throwing calling cards
and the thieves and vagabonds
their erstwhile pay-masters sit in balconies
orchestrating and conducting with reed batons
forever blowing bubbles in the ears of the lame

presenting lemmings the open drama
at the open theatre
and the hordes cheer heartily
as their chains are oiled and tightened
and they are ****** foolishly around

perchance we live in the kingdom of the blind
and like them joyless protagonists
carry vast empty allotments in our heads
whilst our minds are tutored at pubs and gaming halls
and we harbour base emotions
fashioned in the hives and the dives and dens
or the latrines of their mothers pop-up brothels