I Begged To Know Why

Forced it was through a pinpoint hole
unofficially lax the hindrant role
insalubrious it was and familiarly grown
unrefined in a second-rate way and prone
tractable yet sequestered and alone
I only felt it in a mutinous tone
open-handed and in a rubbed out way
my pleas had fallen into a place of decay
taxonomic and spineless in syrupy form
taken for granted the creationist storm
flashed away to a highflown borne
a slip-shod pedantry remained to adjourn
an erudition of such care-worn travail
to the works of a proletarian it paled
a woolgathering obscured my grasp
sewn beneath a cumbersome clasp
I begged to know why but only percieved
a beneficient and tumefied reprieve
that led me away from what I seeked
in leading me up a terminal creek
brackish with rotting misconceptions
leaning toward left-handed imperfections
that fed the microscopic miasmic mites
and fattened the milky obscured rites
only to reach a menial conclusion that
misapprehension had led to seclusion...