And, what’s the frequency, Geoffrey?
Benzadrine, not administered;
not here; not irrelevant.
Still, “never understood the frequency”;
So not up-to-speed.

Telling-Delusions of Grandeur,
thus, enter the fold.
As such, over dose is unbecoming.
Like you, and we:
at once profound,
how lost that time,
without a sound:
what’s been told?

Thank you for being so ignorant,
uneducated,
oblivious,
a homo-inferior.
Hatred here: quasi-superior.

Nothing like virtue, but for pleasure
indulge in subjugation.
Grateful for what reckoning be wrought
through Education.
Loathe the ignorant mutation.

Eventually the lowly fiddler
endeavors to break free:
Amusing so to scoff at thee;
your wretched company!
Yet, he loves you.
He hates only He.

And in escape;
to wax so verily:
homo-erotic;
sensual;
excite the sensibility!

Such Hyper-Mania negates
psychotic pathology.
Constant neurotic:
where is black;
who is blue;
been read all over:
have you too?

Wait!
The Grande Foreboding
it grows ever only closer!
Stop it to die.
Bring on the closure.

§ © 2013 by Sabarese §