Poem V

Known Chompsky

Any harmonic dissonance

Comes with it the odd cognizance

Of poetic prose and limitless

Bounded stocks.

The cameraman perceives the stage,

As to be played in subtle rage,

The careless meticulous worker

Needed rocks.

The iron box of wildly gazing

Brings about a newfound hazing

Of a time when elderly youth

Came in locks.

To prove the paper false in truth,

Is to ready the jester in space forsooth,

And never shall I wonder

Who really talks.