Metextempore

Remember that promise? Neither do I.
Reason being the argument I have
On hand against aforementioned hairs halved,
Sanctioned blurbs, a mitigation for my side
Dissembling the prior statement's merits.
Those serene matters, within the stare's eye,
Of affluent discord the ear inherits
Are things with which cannot be compared by
Such suppositions, therefore order is
En via, palpably. You hearing this?
Absolutely, but not buying a bit of
Each terse remark, though the fire they lit up
Will cease to extinguish and kindle out
These platitudes, defined as middle brow.


PS:
word of the day:
exiguous-- [def. or i.e.] scanty, little, small, meager