Classic Poem

They say in dreams they have a peetweet's view
of happy matters but around them
and ahead stand fixtures of morality
They scan these properties for some design
with a macabre elegant complexion
but merely turn the screws of introspection,
turn and pick a ragtime on the strings
and drink a soda to a better day
when to a maiden's heart the ace of wits,
calligrapher and creeping microskeptic,
equipped like tourists with a worldly light
will sing the blues of a gregarian.

Hi Ho the Merri-o, fashion decrees
shaved jawbones for established gents
and sees them stripped to animal devotions,
swim in oceanic notions

Leviathan and bulk of melancholy,
shine with us in miserable motions