A rebel without a clue.

Outwards, Colluding exercise, essences And hopping a few green spaces. Going out some While, inner voice calm; Down. Being away, Always alone, Tranquil Sitting in the sun. Basking next the greedy pigeons Distanced, Walking all the back ways: Ones neither or others either! Onwards, Through insidious Merrion Lanes, Keeping the dumb (Beyond arms length) An obvious difficulty. Oblivious, Wake up stupid folk! Are the British always Somnambulant? Sideways And swerving; A few close shaves. So paltry isn't a mind, Yet a fly would linger Bemused! Riding around these vacant lots (Looking for a place to land) Noticing Zero; inevitable silence. Unbelievably four forks, Together, Are having a BBQ, Smoking the Leylands, As I waft home.