Terminus Epiphanic...

Is the point where my thoughts congeal
About a whole universe of things
As potential for the commonweal
And not the wretched wastefulness of kings.
So do not say to me that Christ is lord,
As he is an icon of the poor,
Especially when wealthy lords are bored
Whenever they are not obtaining more.
I see it all through an addiction glass
As it clarifies both pleasure and pain
And rescues thought from neurologic morass
Where, voila, resides an efficient brain.
Yet no matter how sober a mind may be
Cynicism still speaks...interminably!