• Nothing so prematurely foreclosed
    Is that of unabsolved mystery
    A derailed thought, drifting aimlessly
    Gunshot wound, bleeding confusion
    Ask of no one, acquire oblivion

    Tread gently, on the professor's brow
    For he knows not the dream that haunts
    Lavender embarrassment, beginning query
    Scour twisted phantasmal leviathan
    Sting questions, to poisoned minds

    Profuse stench, a caustic banality whim
    Brought forth by peppered sour wit
    Delusion dispelled, somewhat fervently
    Beck and call, puzzlement profound
    Illusion by end answers, capsize