An artless man dreams no dream,
writes no poem, cannot scheme.
He sees no beauty in those that wish
for better efforts netting fish –
Building hopes – not a gist.
Money talks – lime and twist.
A feckless man walks no walk,
Only chitters on in talk.
Shares no elegance in wit
spewing anger, bile and spit.
Polished words – not a skill.
Poisoned venom – strapped and shrill.
A useless man will he become?
Continued uninspiring thrum –
Whilst the beauty grows in spite
filling in the space and fright.
Magic overtakes the ill.
Speak it soundly, you know the drill.