Manchinelle
Tree
Flowering plants,
ordinarily, brighten bouquets, adorn hairdos, elsewise serve
As handfuls of
beautification. Some shrubs, however, like manchinelle, cant
Offer more than
toxic interactions. Solely, such vegetation remains murderous.
In other words,
when gathering apples, its ill-advised to pluck all fruit.
Some
Glistening orbs
are not user-friendly. Several can taint ones harvest with poisons.
Various trees are
known to issue burnished jade, jagged leaves revealing phorbol.
Mirroring the
wrong sort of causal relationships, these shoots offer no solace if
Ingested, no
comfort if brushed against, no win while otherwise integrated. So,
Sometimes,
its best to leave things be, to esteem verdant growth from faraway.
Mendacity at
the Demesne
Untruthfulness,
especially when given the queens gardens, results in dead blooms,
Also, in trees
whose neglected pruning causes falling limbs, displaced birds, maybe
Even homeless
squirrels or goshawks missing shelter belts protection from storms.
Such plants remain
worthless faced with strong sentiment, intense sun, precipitation.
Consanguinity
aside, regal cousins execrate often and loudly per their seemingly
Never-ending
lassitude (theres no point to tearing up over lineage) or allowances.
Free rides have
hidden costs; reigning over populations no longer evokes obvious
Veneration. More
so, the ripostes of the privileged hurt anyone within easy reach.
Meaning, from
social heights, settled cultural patterns are not readily perceivable
When fixed. While
broken, like other unfortunate contrivances, community fungi
Cant
locomote dog-like or to crawl through shallows elsewise toddler-accessible.
Rather, motley
followers tend to swarm leaders through oddly trodden statuses.
See, secret
agencies invigilate royals, yet plain clothes cops climb relegated to pet
Sitting for the
rich and famous. Likewise, whereas its known that the M15s pain
Ray activates
denial systems, its hidden from view that soda cans, not tinfoil
hats,
Bring about the
advent of dust bunnies, paparazzi, important visitors from Jupiter.
Thralls
Barely Compensatory Rhetoric
Until my usual
corsair sailed, all dungeon black with lightless walls, I wrapped
My brain in
transpiric damp, meant to saturate every thought and motive. Not
Only wastrels, but
state enemies, too, must choose amid lapidation or pirating.
Ostensibly, even
after rubbles resolute tendrils stopped encircling our limbs,
No search party
proved judicious or tried to locomote survivors toward liberty.
Currently,
civilities stay overrated. Characteristically, citizens often are killed.
So, among lumpen
persons, I squat, incapable of limning sentiments, helpless
To emulate
nationals. I fail to prosper, to actualize my role, to fulfill my want
To represent,
here, now, innovative, influential perspectives and old sagacity.
Upon
self-ransoming through dishonest conduits, rather than allowing
régime
Bandersnatchi to
nibble my toes, my fingertips, and my purpose, I burdened the
Loveliest of
foundational thoughts with peculiar expressions of disgruntlement.
As the
peoples brigand, I cant leave this oubliette, wouldnt acclaim
slightly
Important
moments, other methods to verity, no matter how steadfast words
Beckon with
harbor. Instead, I fumble thralls scarcely compensatory rhetoric.
Even so, its
not gloom, just stupidity, that abandons this population to ruinous
Outcomes, to going
missing, to failing to be present for landed celebrations.
No large sum of
screeched truth ever counterweighs urged but broken oaths.