Tall Tale

A mystery built around mysterious misters

With shifty hippies and shyster hipsters

Angled anguish told by cunning linguists

Contributing to a conflict complete with a fistful of fists

Parents apparently partaking, madly mistaken

Seemingly dreaming that a will, will awaken

Destined for dust; founded the well-rounded

Trying to avoid the hell that has hounded

Sufficient to succeed, they give in to their greed

Wastefully wanting; never minding their needs

A dynasty built around dastardly do-gooders

Complete with contradictory shoulda-woulda-coulders

Mangled melancholy portrayed by pithy playwrights

Coinciding with a conflict that’s frantic to fight

Studious students stumble, sadly mistaken

Hopelessly hoping a will, will awaken

Destined for dust; reveling in rebellion

Trying to get to heaven while holding on to the essence of a hellion

Sufficient to succeed, they skate across the already scathed

Only to find obscurity because of how they’ve behaved

A love built from listless lonely longing

Becoming of beings bearing no sense of belonging

Just a tall tale told by a bothered author

Concluding with no conflict, just one another

Anxiously awaiting a chance to be taken

Beholding a beauty while the will was awakened

Two over six divided by five divine hours

Devouring the idea that this world was now ours

Sufficient to succeed, we solicit for what’s in store

Praying for nothing in particular we both simply want more