In thuggeries of present
Each doggerel brings ascent
To some who lost in plate tectonics
And those in crimson histrionics
Who know the stellar strikes of inmost satisfaction
When syllables, well-shaped, tune scrab into perfection
The thrust, the lust
Robust
Entrust (nonplussed)

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Ero, in the year 739 AF.