Excuse

So, this is how we do
We meander along meaningless rivers of bunf
Synonymous with the inebriated sway of the sotted street drunk
A series of sycophantic platitudes, beatitudes, sententious sentences
Back and forth, forth, back and forth
We go, spitting nuggets of Foucault
With topspin, So
The ball bounces at awkward heights
I set sights
On a sliced backhand down the line
It's returned
Red wine gets decanted into rants
Convoluted bants
All really an excuse, just to say hey.