Little wonder they lament
in lower reaches
while gumption and simple
reasonings traverses
blissfully over their heads
and horse sense
gallops nonchalantly in wake
of their dimness
The witless wonders of
percerption control stage
placements of stale wenches
in thoughtless imagines
to titilate
alas foolhardy nonsense
for simple deduction would know
the type does inclined
to be excited thus
would in roaring drought
would long ago have gone
to pay for it
for those so easily excitable will nurse
compulsion to do as such
or in dire desperation would have made
a call to the Gold Coast
home of an old friend if just for a dip

Face the truth
your impacts are even lesser than you
and your ignorance and insignificance
is as ignorable as you
your stale wenches flatter themselves
I don't see useful idiots and
flying monkeys
even in drought nor do I allow
them in my dreams