Timothy Lawton

7/23/1999

Delirium, deleterium I made a rhyme
Melancholy grim jolly in flying time
Apocalypse now and tomorrow
Rattles and clips two polar sorrows
But, why all the vague attroceties?
All our vices and curiosities just seem to produce
The infinite deduce of every individual
Residual accumulations yield rapid sensations
That never last
No future no past
Just today
That is not the way
But, more importantly what is?
The question of the universe
Or, simply not to make it worse
Constitution
Revolution
I have no revolt
I do not aim to overthrow
But, only to build up
Beautify, runneth over the cup
So, why is the world so poor?
I think it’s what the others hoard
Why am I so rich?
I think it might be what I pinch
So, I made a whole slew of rhymes
Sometimes it’s the fleeting that doesn’t lie