Message to the Upbringing

      You provoke me to think
     You provoke me to listen
     You provoke me to bleed in sky-flames of ambition

I have come farther, but the Orange Grain
came without me,
and the Silver Stem requested my praise,
I chuckled in sarcasm,
then left her to squirm among her dog stars for the rest
 of her pawless days.

my past kingdoms begged for at least a drop of
  her percipitation, but she never rained
This drought, upbringer,
I'm the cactus of reprisal
Your desert Pigs drowned us out
You're the waterless scandal of life

I give you until after you read to this to consume yourself
Also, I want you to know that you have blindly provoked
  me to know that,  
                  your game was pain and all I knew was to
                  think to think again that was Saw was to
                                  Seem.
 Thank you, my
              faultless asinines
                         

                           Message to you, Upbringer