The complexities of your complex
Show like prose composed completely.
No one has to be insightful
To incite you in full sight here.
The non-sequitur of your nonsense
Dons a dunce cap non-discreetly.
Flowing fount of flaws gets featured
By a failure to lend free ear.
The proclivities in your process
Promise stop of any treaty,
Always spouting crud that beckons
To beset us with a wrecked year.
Your ineptitude and your rudeness
Will effuse profuse entreaty,
Pleading, "Please concede preemption
For rejection feeds me true fear."