Sixty Second Tunefulness

I’m unmoored
But don’t want to ask the Doc
why I feel I’m subsiding

shallow I’ve become at
deep thinking,
I reckon

More damn conjecture,
I beckon,
As I dare gesture to cue

Which has the ring
of of a designer pharmaceutical

You know, a voguish drug
that prompts some commercial
song and dance

Give the drummer some

I guess it’s a tone poem…sure it is…called Swagger