With fabricated fables falling on deaf ears
the curse of non-expression leads to flowing tears.
Bombarding blows of dreams lacking your projections
your consultation with cloaked diversions precede rejection.
Cadence’s call in clamor’s lag chirp and clang in your chinwag
flabbergasted that your life sags now a negative whining nag.
Eloquence’s embellishments when exaggeration is not relevant
expectations in your blueprint is the concrete made from cement.