Fragrance though sensuous,
That immense to impulse
Frenzy neither exist nor allied with
My imbecile tender childhood
Imbibed never that affluent odour
Of the blossom of that tales
Ever amenable those talents innate
Inhere everywhere the infinitude Idol,
A crest of my Granny the great
Posthumously honoured a Pyramid
Unanimous in pronouncing her
An Eternal and Primeval
Scholar an illiterate!
Passionate to pour... Wisdom,
Bleeping over my auricles incessantly...
An untold tale that unheard
What unlearnt lessons lot;
A lesser sour ignorance
Nor ignoble my Marquis
Neither a Martinet afield at
An ancestral Mastery
Wisdom, all about ambiguous
Amoral, in search of truth
My sceptic conscience not serene
It squint like a beaming beacon
An agate bitten by that adder
Caused my lost bile
Taken not acumen wise
Adieu all modest doubt
And adept in denying adduce
Defence dare no Tiger
Paper, that paradox
No beano than malapropism
Led labour lost learning
My wisdom infra dig into
A frazzle from fallopian
Imbued influx of illusions
I am Master my own
Lessons undergone
Plenty of Plenary filled with
Perennial my senile
None could be master perfect
Stood on my foot
Paltry all verbal diarrhoea
A rentier master rendered
Let not to liberation
But to Librium
His maste’ship a blurb
On printed papyrus
A crestfallen stray-dog
Wisdom has no echoing
No my barking on the crescent
A sanctum not appears sanctimonious
Of which affinity towards
Momentum of Shagging
Whores over there welcoming me
With their razzle-dazzle
Being an enlighten will be;
When entering into a cavern
Of Wisdom where, sure meet
That lust of meat
Her flesh of fatty
Between two!
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Hmmm... Indeed, there's definitely more to wisdom than the meeting between a pen and a page on which ink bleeds as though sent on a mission of no return... Beautiful presentation of facts, there. Write on!🌹
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