Ungoal

Do you disapprove:
that's fine
your questions met with
lazy spine

fraught, you say
the journey to nowhere
taut, I'd relay
your blarney blown air

second person first
a silvery gold
reckon without thirst
in watery cold

reach not for fire
don't be so human
care not 'bout ire
won't see no bloomin'

greatness be damned
or perhaps forgotten
fate is not planned
directions map rotten.