Dereliction

Here I give you the sap of a feeling

With irascible rebelliousness bristling

Written with caustic and scrupulous care

Enough to make you think, perhaps dare.

You have to know: I’m not here to please you

But give you a hint of what might concern you

A question: Were I asked if man were slave,

Otherwise no governmental way shall pave.

Silly to entitle what does not deserve a title

Drama invented to befit drama: I cackle!

Futile and Superficial: unconcerned at all!

What about karma, sparse education and all

Strenuous vexation: Dangerous men of action

Intensive treatment for so tenacious a faction.

Ingratiating slaves: I have low opinion of

To toil, execute in a background voice-off

Arrogation of power: advocates of fixity!

Servants of venality, royalty and laxity

Power growing: happy and ingratiating

I make mock of it: You get nothing!

My indignation would further fill the page

Shakespeare would say: stupidity on stage

A humorous creation aping the serious

A self-created prison: cold and curious

Like football. You have created a ball

Running after it: pride, renown and all

An easy breezy no: It rises not to my level

Thoreau was right: stubborn and implacable

I advocate the devil? Not into palliatives

Flinty character: I said no sedatives!

Darts of antagonism I am proud of

Instructions: I take no part of!