Miscommunication

Advice you give me here,

I ask you not explain,

See, I do not revere,

What you might find as sane,

Though you may plan steps,

My world map is clownish,

Topsy turvy precepts,

Trending ever downish,

Purchase the fickle news,

Sell the rotten rumor,

Negative ones and twos,

Common sense, a tumor,

That grows with human yield,

And robs the world of time,

My ears are far afield,

From all that common rhyme,

Will this generation,

See what they have done?

Miscommunication,

To a promising son,

Could they not truly know,

That they gave no guidance,

To navigate the flow,

Of the River Violence,

Which dumps us in the bay,

Of Gray-Haired Impatience,

With their children’s delay,

Of complete obeisance.