Pulsating Iniquity

He held the world in unmeritorious hands,
Nescience of the opportunity was his crime
He sat at the base of many mountains
Yet couldn't decide which to climb.

Vacuous Bottles Rested Peacefully
The Table as an Accommodating Habitation
Their population pullulates
As does their imbibers frustration

His Only Source Of Pride Is Literary Ingenuity
It's Manifestation patent through depraved acuity


Versification spawns transcendence to a
Sanctionary of Sobriety, of desolate gravity.
A silver lining to the dour, monotonous,
minacious cloud assuming governance of his
putrefaction.

A Cadenced Chorus
A Vacillant Verse
Such euphony
a derision
of the prescribed chaos
the prevalent pandemonium

Take another sip,
And Let it Slip
Success is fleeting
Your ambitions need defeating