A million nonsense stirs nothing but a contemptible guffaw
and a quick blank out
but it does show a pervasive sickness dancing in mass hysteria
the common kind
that intoxicate the commoners miraging relevance in irrelevances
the dance of hens
aping the mating peacocks and unfurling fantasy colourful plumes
they have none as have-nots'
but what cost a vivid starved imagination and killer moans to boot
still it moves nothing
but an exit to go start again and come back to kiss my fine  derrière