O how surreptitiously deft thou art,
With your defiant and determined countenance
For I can no longer afford to finish what I usually start,
Hence, I retire with no more persistence
As I lay my head on my surrealistic pillow,
And dream about existentialism, neo classism and what not
While feeling a stiflingly hot summer daze,
I see a punctilious chateau,
which Lady Ennui dominates with haught,
Her eyes emitting an unusual blaze.
