A Mouse Howling at the Moon

Who is this rodent come from far

who dares to howl at midnight star

the moon that be far hung above

with reckless rants doth push and shove

Ideas of hopeless disregard

and vain filled discourse bombast bark

with head held high and yelping wail

howls at the moon to no avail

This rat determine to bring moon low

from screams of tainted mind doth know

she'll move reflecting sphere to stay

on earth through her bellowing ways

Her wild shriek unrealities

determined lament doth nada be

to alter moon's course waste of time

her vain filled discourse misaligned

Her bulging eyes determined stand

like halting train with a single hand

who mandates others pay her spend

while chasing treasures near rainbow's end

Her groaning blare and growling roar

the whimper bawl pours from her core

that rotten center doth make her moan

and clamor shouting yelping tones

Her great outcry without a clue

that far so little yield a hoot

to her great baying yipping quest

that she knows better than the rest

So cry and blubber placental one

and weep and whine thy yelling fun

and think thou keen in yowls and yells

with blubber noise where thou dost dwell

And fill fools minds with pipe dream blah

that you nor others think filled with flaws

precepts that no one could ever pay

thy rampant quest be here someday

And all the while the moon doth stay

and smiles upon thy yelling bays

and dares not move by thy intend

or wild dreams thy words doth spin