Aqueous - A Poem

Acrid and deadly the venom’s concealed by a smooth experienced tongue

Promises given no longer have meaning; the words are so casually flung

And veiled implications of treachery often by listening ears stay unheard

Loquacious and vapid the audiences pay no heed to the unspoken word

Their brains having grown aqueous from their trite slothful customs

Ostracize visions of Nirvana with vile words slung from ‘twixt odious gnashing gums

They no longer desire to heed warnings that they’ve deemed as irrational gibberish

Feigned badinage masks the deep-seated urges to malign sensible words they aught cherish

Minds thick as chaparral strut about with conceited yet colorful plumage Ignoring perceptual warnings that their homes had been built on hills of fetid garbage

Misplaced pride impedes any escape from the sty in which they now rut

Their will to change has been wiped clean by habituation to living ‘midst smut

Arrogantly refusing to sup at enlightened tables they macerate as wiser men dine

Their colorful costumes can’t stay their destiny, neither can it sweeten the soured wine

Surely their souls must have some small inkling of their rapid decline?

Will time’s passage cause rebels to rise and shake free of the shackles that confine?

Life’s brilliant kaleidoscope should be free that all seeking truth can bear witness to

Fiduciary agents have no right or claim to the passions that reside within you

Break yourself free from the implacable chains that seek to sink you to the silence below

I fear for your sanity, but your secret I’ll keep, for I stand in awe of what I’ve come to know

With pleasure I shall read your encomium and give credit where credit is due

You have but to ask for my hand in aid, for my fealty once given stays true

A flicker of light will herald the dawn, and thus the end to your difficult night

And the bright light of day will at last put paid to your extraordinary plight