Storyline on a walnut frame
Shiny spic-and-span deme
Twenty heartaches to tame
Life is a dream of a meme

Passing the naked singularity
My mind the muddy observatory
Slowly and slowly I maketh thy directory
Of sergeants and dainty poetry

Passive aggression moulded intoned
Pathogen of unrealistic dreams be told
Beholden of the mighty lifeless gold
Such material, got the world on it, sold

Now I lay down to pass on this time
Trying hard to get my words to rhyme
Breathing heavy under the beehive
Waiting till my death goes live.