Tumult

I don’t find it copacetic that my dreams are so apathetic
Distilled in due time till the neighbors are swept
I find due process hidden in a coxcomb
My reality is downtrodden ergo my callow nostrum

Bittersweet melodies exalt epicene braggadocio
The profligate paragon staid imbue with empty character
Just a slugabed in a donnybrook with the hoosgow
You ain’t got enough sedition to don my pentameter

My sabbatical swing got me projectile pings
Attenuate the posture as intestable as my border line
One torrid connection press a world insurrection
Worst damn communion that I ever did see

I’m center stage in a benison against my repine
Berate or placate I’m a foster of an ideology
True nature nimbus corrodes my prerequisites
Disheveled junta distinguish fact from feasibility