Hugging all the ancient lores I heckle my conscience
Tiresias says,"My man,dull your innocent defiance."
I asked,"Is your Wifi struck down again by cheap gin?"
"Na bro,I just forgot to put the postmodern plug in"
Brochild,you seem to romanticise Eliot and Arnold again?"
"What else is the paracetamol for this spiritual pain?"
"What pain?Aren't you medicated by poetry reels?"
"Didnt the Doctor say I must go for the feels?"

"Am I the only one who sees the changing permanganate sky?"
"Dunno?Maybe Keats would if he sees the Nightingale fly?
My Brochild,You must read less books.All The Muses are dead.
Let me DM the Doctor- You awoke early again from the bed."

"When did they die? Why am I immune to the modern synthetic sedative?"
"Shhhh...Take a puff from this oxygen can - a pulmonary macerative."
"That's cannabis. Are you for real? I already prayed to Nietszche to get killed by cancer soon!!"
"Brochild! Listen! We are all dead - Writing Midnight poems.Smoking in sulltry afternoons."