How crude is smooth?!?: A poem 

There are acrid fumes from blooms this night 

Even a late thunderstorm fades pale and white 

There are the alleged pariahs who knew no fright 

But their brazen insight was never considered right 

Yes, the necessity is long-standing dominos need to fall 

But ruling pretensions continue with the most insolent gall 

Bouquets are in the arms of the wicked who seem to tick 

Brickbats stick with those that are righteously solid as brick 

We are fervent in admiration for the king of falsehoods bling 

He is worth not his crown and ring nor any valuable thing 

Convention is not a platform of conviction, but a deflection 

Honesty is congealed goo when it begs to differ through reflection  

 Even a fool’s conjecture on advocacy can have retributive implication 

Oh! The astute cannot fight all this massive perverse mummification 

So, the wood is ground dust at the hands of a gnawing incessant saw 

This is a ruthless meltdown of morality, not a simple comely thaw 

Power is too wayward in the hands of the historically unbeaten shrewd 

Even destiny’s comeuppance is made benign by the popular lewd 

The poison and poisson lead us downstream into the depths beyond 

From the devil or the deep sea, all our souls will not be able to abscond