A Poem About The Price Tag Of Extremes? What Do You Think?

(This is a work in progress, so feel free to make suggestions, trash it or encourage it’s completion.)

Pondering The Outer Values

How about the conceptualization

of intra psychic structures, just for fun?

Balderdash, say you? Tennis, anyone?

Tennyson, then? Not keen on Lord Alfred?

Can’t say I blame you. His being long dead

explains to the mass why he’s under-read.

Stephen Hawking taps his thoughts to the beat

of Coleman Hawkins, as their quarks collide

with octaves, music and math glorified,

compelling the less inclined to retreat.

While starlets and scalawags share a bed

near genius rarely keeps the family fed.

Though there is seldom true correlation

between pure art and gross capital gain,

if neither evil, both provide rewards

dictated by what the spirit will afford.

Sadly, fair profit will not placate greed

that poisons itself with vile karmic seeds,

or skew the perception that the profound

can’t flourish if rooted in common ground.

So how much is bartered to ensure

inspired vision or stock options galore?