Like as the Elfin Chameleon

 

Like as the Elfin Chameleon

 

Like as elfin chameleons blend into the trees,

so fuses young wit, gradually and by degrees,

until free will and free speech will cease to be.

Literacy intolerant from aversion to schools,

suck up flocculent diplomas tossed off by fools,

insisting with impunity on feckless rules.

In bedsheet mid-morning disputes embroiled,

sedentary of temperament and allergic to toil

think flinging oiled base paint will just stop oil.

And four square squatted with flickering fones,

greasy foreheads black spots are acne prone,

collectively conjoined to slouch vain and alone.

Lofty ambitions to attain high plains barista,

call us all buddy, wrack wrist trembled blister

come sister come brother come all that glister.

Entrapped of thin screen; lost in the trance,

cocks crow proud and bounce as they dance,

do mingle each other with hardly a glance.

No bullets or bombs sustain this dominion,

it comes not by stealth but by hollow opinion,

in indolence and apathy of a tweeting million.

Like as grey geckos skittle quick across floor,

scuttle dreary, ineffectual, spiritless bores,

so strictly decline and show them the door.