Rhymindyou

        A lot to stress about,

a lot to feel doubt.

        A lot to feel mad about,

a lot to see bad. But now

        be glad, the 20-20 impairment is a sad

illusion,

        all the confusion's pursuant to the pollution

that's making the collective voice seem muted.

        So expect a choice true and

good and beautiful, Plato's holy trinity.

        Just feeling dutiful. 

Thus appealing to the funeral of

        it-which-ought-not-be-named

that sustains these chains and enslaves the

        lion by its mane, so the main aim in this

space on history's present page is simply to

        reclaim the divine grace that made

our humanity.

        Oh the profanity.

No, I'm blabbering. But reality's shivering

        in the blubbery bankwhale's belly, bellowing,

wailing, quivering, and waiting for the statement that will

        replace this state with aer recentibus infinite.