Art Of The Late Night. Some Rhyme, part tired.

The full fledge, the hedge, the wedge, no longer living on the edge, rather spitting the razors edge of sarcasm, as flinch of the mass misunderstandings begin to spasm.

The rest will fall into place out of unrest undoing the distress. Rebel of the rebels, no hero worship. No devil to meddle where I settle. I won't settle for 2nd best, would rather do without than make due, test. It isn't a game or a competition either. The reckoning rather.

There was no room for me in the human zoo. Anti-social rages from human animals locked in cages. I explicate my rage, do not internalise it! Don't use in an attempt to regress your self, re-dress yourself. The whole world is in need of a make-over, so take cover out of the cupboards and closets. Otherwise you may be strapped into a straight jacket - corset!

The meaning of life? The undoing of demeaning lies. The reversal. Seeing what's at stake, learning from your mistakes. The zoo can zoomer ya. Go to the end of the road as fast as you can so you may travel down another road. All groan up now! as soon as possible. Going for the better whine from the bitter vine!