8 Frydays
Immune with innocence of youth,
Pursuit where prudence spurns,
Drunken with daring 'til mute,
Hoping before hesitation learned.
Heads wring hands over idle prate,
Worldly and weary ever the norm,
Degraded to dust sanctioned by state,
Aversion to appetite true to form.
Orgies of organizations made in haste,
Pyramids of power rule rare air,
Encore for expectations laid waste,
Pride and prejudice exhibited bare.
Allegories of aromas crowd the room,
Wanting the whereabouts of wild onion bloom.
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