How hard it is to advocate a remedial true cure
Without attaching wrong bad faith conceitedly demure
In a brute association with one’s rich urbane aplomb
Of self-congratulation.
This difficulty pitched another way, in other terms,
Rejoices in one’s weakly vices, feeds the sexton’s worms
Abased before huge forces, quelled by insignificance,
Self-flagellating
So to become a leader, turn sectarian smart someone
Yet still all insufficient, pompous self-inflamed, humdrum
And worse; to know this really, and to stare it in its face
So falsely unabashed
Astutely selling something like your upgrade mortal soul
A product of a brand, a chronic ribald rigmarole
Becoming as an actor starring saccharine commercials
In sad rehearsals
And so, what does remain, when after marketing oneself
Withdrawal from shelf remaindered, brazening turns to sorry pelf?
Only a single platform stands, to unsettle, and criticise
Telling no more lies
And so to cut incisions, probe the sickly body public,
According to the angle of one’s postulated rubric
Assisting some severe and sharp paliative surgery
Against life’s perjuries
And penuries of souls afflicted, totem-tied to shadows
Grasers among life’s anasthetic waste-overtaken meadows
Awaiting invitations,; opal ,open, opportune
Which sweetly importune
For after all there’s nothing precious worthy of a sale
Alone are free-gifts blest; are proper presents which regale
A punctured heart with careful salves; aleviating sure
Unpracticed knees
Health’s best-beloved Physician gave us thus his remedies
Of potency, which complement his canny diagnoses
Whose consultation manner thrives beyond apotheosis
Of competency
He would not sell your eternal jewel downstream for any pains
Whose modesty belies his seat in honour eternal reigns
As Servant overall
The guy who reads your nightmares like graffiti on a wall