Simper

A breath of angel,
A twining of fate –
A science of reason,
A conundrum debate.

No reason for flapping ‘bout tastless mead;
No useless rapping ‘bout noone to lead.

Superfluous reasoning,
For superficial toil –
Unblended seasoning
Of life’s sacred oil.

Shared misfortune
And unending glee –
Shaping truancy
For the childless and free.

Indeed interpretation
Is needed for the riddled –
But insatiable remission
Collapses the belittled.

Fantastic by nature
And outlasting the fickle –
Dissecting this cipher,
The ultimate riddle.

© 2005 Joe Jenkins