just one

im thinking of words
but lacking the verbs
of what my expressions
trying to preserve
a perverse dipictoin
with out a discription
of ever present action
with out a prediction
restrictions iposed
by things you may loath
leave you illegal
and only half clothed
it goes to the brink
locked into just think
of fantastic fictions
while truth passes with a blink
dont stink up the logic
the invaluable thought process
with ideas of unexplainable
unintelligable progress
those blockheads lack hope
they walk around in a mope
what can you give them
but a few words to cope
its a joke of the day
so please stay away
let my practice my dying
in my own perverse way