Wallowing In The Mire

Naive ventures bear loss and impede relevancy  
As they bewilder true legitimacy with ineptitude  
Lurking among the shadows of a weeping abyss  
Consumed by an overrun state that won't mend    
     
Unfit is this frailty to tackle many shallow ruins    
Misplaced and delusive are these asinine ways    
     
Unhinged nescience resorts to drastic measures    
Overlooking the blindness of its hopeless beliefs    
Compelled by an astigmatic, insolent callowness    
     
A vagrant stupor of defamed candors lies numb    
Lethargic to the comatose cause which it serves    
     
Sciolism muddles a clutter of disheveled pursuits    
     
Adrift is the lie of an obtuse, imperceptive urge    
Courtesy of the admiration of misled delusions    
For one who insists upon wallowing in the mire