Each finger offered, a usurious loan,
with bells they are heavy; ill tidings clang.
Delusion set gaily into the wildwind.
Dashed scintillas haunt my nescience.
Enveloped in downy ease.
Intoxication heeds not the bright,
mischievous, mocking childrens laughter
exposing the shallowness of this structure.
With effortless disgrace am I found,
raucously mewling our discordant sound.
Jalopy of rigamarolery,
artfully tuned to the most wretched key.