Pleasures of Man's Folly

PLEASURES OF MAN’S FOLLY What can we say of man’s wisdom? But to know it seeks freedom From the distance of heavens kingdom The thoughts of which we should feast on Pleasures of man’s folly What necessity is invention? Than to rip nature of perfection Reality hell bent on mass correction The end on which lies destruction Pleasures of man’s folly They claim hold of its need Yet it’s far from the necessary Giving life to the eyes at sight Its use is damned till dawn Pleasures of man’s folly Men and neonates rage at your presence Hearts lift to know of your absence Sight of your absence is a welcoming ambience Your many colours can’t restore looming pretence Pleasures of man’s folly Your conception was silly, With or without straps Be it perfect or willy-nilly; Full or half cups Pleasures of man’s folly Two mountains rise to clarity One valley cleave seen in celerity At your removal mountains obey gravity Your work is best expressed in brevity Pleasures of man’s folly Before now, you never existed All could see the lumps you confined Alas these days, we are perplexed Since your use for confinement is released Pleasure of man’s folly Natures age long pacifier Why have you sought in her solace? She is no good to you even in tubes She is a traitor when she comes in nets Pleasures of man’s folly She makes a dint when off Process which baths many flag-off Our expectations never cut-off At the break of sunlight we round-off Pleasures of man’s folly We salute your courage At sight, you ignite our forage Tales about you will be the best montage But, what use is you in old age? Pleasures of man’s folly THE INVINCIBLE PEN