Neoteric Dissonance
Down narcissistic avenuesThrough neoteric doorsCome floral-spotted lady bugsContriving metaphors
Each note amidst their dissonanceAbstracts unruly tonesAnd only break when knocking thoughtsHit laughing funny bones
Feel their fall on heavy breezeTo call kvetching rainNothing too abrasive tho'Besides the stabbing pain
From masquerades of arroganceShines autocratic prideSo mindless creativityStrives not in vain to hide