Quatrain of Logic Condemned
Logic Condemned - no a good sign
Dumbfounded by noisy spittle
traversing through air,
spat by liberal
tones,
A world turned upside down
by mumblings of Whistler's
Mother from her
bones.
No reasoned comprehension,
no logic leaving graveyard
tombs of the modern
spirit,
The world now spinning rapidly
toward the end, loud and
clear, few seem to
hear it.
Yorktown Disciple
Logic Condemned - no a good sign
Dumbfounded by noisy spittle
traversing through air,
spat by liberal
tones,
A world turned upside down
by mumblings of Whistler's
Mother from her
bones.
No reasoned comprehension,
no logic leaving graveyard
tombs of the modern
spirit,
The world now spinning rapidly
toward the end, loud and
clear, few seem to
hear it.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 3485
America's Poem Sanctum
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