Like a stalking hoarse <br />Have endured shrewd days and night <br />Like the physician am-poule <br />Ready on my skin to pour <br />Skedaddle ignorance leaving of my <br />Strawberry marks, <br />Eyen glued on good desideranta <br />Disabled on the brown Iroko in ars, <br />And the iron in "G02" <br />Friends and enemies watching <br />Possible enticement, <br />Desperados trammeled up in nets, <br />And a dangling reputation in their <br />"Egocentric idiosyncrasy" <br />And I, a pretty piece of flesh, <br />Stand aloof to watch a drama <br />With the ointments of the Apothecary <br />Within my bowels <br />Them that see the seals, demand my cause <br />Of quietness in the world of craze <br />As I watch the wretch mirth turns to mourn <br />Marry, adventurer me be, <br />The route where the delight of the peasantry <br />Is wept into oblivion <br />As we advance, <br /> The road becomes deeper and deeper, <br />The shades of the precipices fall bleaker and bleaker <br />The clouds gather overhead, <br />Doleful voices <br />The way hardly discernible in gloom <br />The path dreary, <br />Feet wobbling, <br />Heart lusting, <br />Yet, Firm stand I.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ineffable-hosiery/
