To Find An Altered Mind

When I alter the altered mind,

I shall speak with grave eloquence.

And the hidden green I must find,

Before there is termination of my sence,

Which would leave me in a stayed bind.

And so to yea, the reading one,

I am imparting my knowlage thus.

Your ego altered I shall stun,

Yet thee shall not raise a fuss,

Ere I should lose my sole fun.

Subtle manipulation, this is the key,

Who yea the reader reads my words.

Great mysteries are locked in poetry,

Swept away by nonsensical birds

And lost in eternal, estranged floetry!