Not for those who cannot love
with their coffee table's ring marked glass,
and rafia below. Around them
counted money grows, and they say
"I don't understand", and beg
the further stunted joke.
The cut lines, to match the mismatched floricide:
without reference, or reverence,
just a self declared 'I am'.
They perfectly suit the undeclared, who do not dare
to say aloud what they know is not worth knowing:
but it is what they understand...
in place of reading.