Corinthians

                  ‘(I was the wasp. She says).’

 

 

     “What is the meaning of these, ramblings;-

  “The meaning in this waffle, this drivel and dialogue???”

    what is the portent and calamity,

        fiction and faction – these slow mundane

   laborious stalemate enquiries?”

 

     I am to lose mind or, patience,

gratitude or, satiate?

  Is my deepest query to appease

an appetite for stardom or, fresh application

to the labour market – where the ‘goods’ have no choice?

 

        ‘goods? Am I good or, goodly?’

 

             What can be said of an impression-ate ignorant?

        ‘the narcissism was too, too polite or

     too too vulnerable to be encouraged finding -

   a place upon speakers corner for, his, her

  fifteen minutes,

                          of

                             fake!??’

 

            (aye, you’re too harsh James)!

 

Wordsworth had a very ‘lovely’ lofty

    inspiration of denial,

         it spiralled well within realms of

              un - deployed canopies as if the scream,

                   was never mentioned the possibility.

 

                        ‘we do like to challenge our intellectual prowess

                           upon a realm our knowing contractualization to

                              insincerity – foils ourself to believe we are, astute,

                                  but to truly be shocked by ones own reach and grasp,

                                      only asserts its prediction by … … … … accident???’

 

                                                                       AM I SO LOW?

 

 

Michael J Waite 30th October 2024.