A thesaurus perused with a spiritless comb
A word was learned
My thoughts adjourned
Until I found it a home
Adolescent psychoanalysis so quasi-profound
Unrivaled cynicism
A third rate witticism
A decent metaphor remains to be found
A tortured soul bleeds through the screen
The torturous crime
Of finding a rhyme
For "a shortwave diathermy machine"
An apocryphal cerebral journey concluded
From vacuous to void
A regular Freud
A logical corollary precluded
The mention of a philosopher so aimless
A link to sagacity
My own mendacity
A name drop so shameless
Through insipid media I pour out my soul
That's what I claim
In the vein of Boehme
I will continue to auto-extol