My processes lag,
Stifling the clanging of cogitative mechanism.
Passing phrases through gates;
Expression. Intention. Undercurrent. Relativism.
Comprehension comes too late.
Contempt cavorting in corporate catchphrases,
Sneering veneers revealed in seething facsimile of a smile.
Earnest enquiry forms faux ami in translation, mistaken erosion of foundations fragile.
Perturbed, perplexed and pessimistic I sit.
And remember fondly the simplicity
of squalour.
