Inspiration

If breathe we must, let it be...debonair
For there has not been much of that lately
From the angry mouths of the un-stately
Who further foul, like cornscateous air,
An otherwise spectacular season
Of marvels and sensations everywhere
Poised to nullify the old nightmare
Of poor logistics and sabotaged reason,
All too often our de facto state,
Where conventional wisdom disagrees
That liberality is ever great.
Thus headway is made in slipshod degrees
For comprehension to accommodate
More letters than rhyme schemes and vertices.