The iron baton of stoicism

The iron baton of stoicism

Designed & issued
Greedily very, tight!
All's  modified by me
Reedited elitely, right!

Oh! Not so crudely
Just, I think
Enormously
As I consider
Gorgeously
And lovely bright

For you, so seeking, but
By death upcoming
Duskly  blued by
Crazy of a nut
And on the way so sick & suck
Tutorially, mischievously
Go, play so far on clowning
For not you such a stupid
Or a lamed one duck

For short
I'm not a brisky goat
Not me`s, the meanest one
Not  I am, at least
Any frightened & stray kitten
Or somewhat, grieving lamb :)

Though vallies low
Though mountains high
Go, search below
Go buddy! Reach the sky!
And try
To understand the muse
As well as
To understand the views

The brightest poets
Never get quote it
So miserably, so  in grief
So bad
The unquiet stoics
Go forward
Get noticed by and by
By all refused
To step on going
Fiercly, ahead

The queens go risky
Without realizing
They would die
But path those pawns of
Would strike the enemies'
Therefore, will bring
All queens disgraced
Right back
And fuel the fire
Their lazy kings had lacked

The dudes that stoic
Them only, heroic
Their quiet useful quest
That's only the best

Look, a person educated
At a shaky table
Trying's one's best
For what s/he's able
But wait, alas
There comes a robot
An artificial intellect
Which will demand
That humans from
His dreams all and the efforts
Somewhere, at a hideaway collect

If sick
Please, call a doctor
Whatever hate of them
You're paralyzed by
With no noticing a dove
And remain delighted by
Mummies themselves
Push their baby strollers
Not some clever automates
Which wildly rise above

He who stares stark afar
Without eyes his blinking
Who unlishes ideas bizarre
And easily turns the latter
To a feathered inking

There comes the time
They say, forgive

When the surrounding
No more to you
Of pleasures or some grieves
Would give

Well, all that I know
Is already well known
My usual out talk
Streams by the paths
That already are walked
Whatever I learn here first
All seems to me
Unheard of
And as a shock; the most

As a result
I'm at the brink
To get it all in, to accept it all
Either timid me in a fright
Or a marefully, brisky bold.