You can't teach intelligence
So I be your puppet pulled around
You are not satisfied with my rustic obedience
So I brainwash my ego like a proselytism hound
You open the door with a Delphic smile
So I be compelled to enter in a voluntaristic-dupe manner
You shutter the windows lest outer
View would the furniture defile
So I pretend to feast inhaling deeper
Lemons, Litchis, Lettuce, Horseradish…
A display of miscellaneous dish
All laid still as greenish cadaver
Awaits to be anatomized by my sweet knife
And then you raise the cold goblet
Where I find myself rife
With plenty of tumultuary quiet