TRULY SNOBISH

Took the wrong turn
Thinking I’ve got winning urn
With this misdirected calm
And a raging hell giving alms

My truly faithful heart
Rising from below the earth
Tucked beneath the chasm
What joy will this bring to my path

Little insignificant rising high
Like some magnetic insight
My cunning ousted without foresight
And a lost bifocal to my hindsight

Walking lost to this tantrum
In the midst of playing drum
Sly doing my chores in a strum
And all seemed like hum drum

© Gagman Cleopas