And the Wind Cried

     Its unusual

    A feeling of have been

   There done it

   All

   Wat then is

  That which

  Hangs like Icicles

  In a trough

  Your famous

   Author being

   Dragged by the scruff

   The Editor of All Rags

   What is going

    On

    There is a sudden

     Feeling of Betrayal

     Whatever happened to

     Your Master who

     Surveys all

     Will Lifes' Daily Schedule

    Include

    The thud so needed

    For seeing exactitude

    And the I told you

    Sos can drive up

   The moon

   But what is this

   Makes no sense

   The words are all in

   Yes

   Incoherence has its

   Harmony

  In seeing what no one

 Can see

  And go far

  Standing on the ledge

  Of Sanity

 Nah Not That!

 Coherent scribblings of

 The Intelligentia

 Comandeered by the

 Purveyors of All Fate

  Smothered by

  Polissar of the Obverse

  This is just

  Disgusting

  Jumble of a lingua

  Misused by

  Drop outs

  Of the Nations'

  Less favoured

  Watch out

  It is growing

  The Discontent

   Disquiet Ones

  Are closing in

  And you see the

 Writing on the Wall

 Or dont you

 The Sidewalks of the

 Not so fortunate are

 Paved with debris of

The Middle Crass

 Where did you

 Go my Only one

  Where were you

  When the Judgement

  Proclaimed as it was

  From the Pulpit of

 Part Time Messiahs

 Of Lifes' Suggestions

 At thge

 Vallahala

 Shrine and the Priest

 Beckons

 Its time for

 Prayers

 But it is

 Closing Time

 And the Wind

 Cried