Aqueous

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