A Peasant’s Presence

I’m tired of restless encroaching settlement of a frontier that may have the beguiling of a sought after imperfect mastery of tranquil effervescence, rambling incongruent wasteful morose standards while pitying the ever complacent end of a note. Read by a peasant who is worn by a sweater, that clings like a roving, hacking, never reluctant suit wearing hero in broad lapelled generic, two-pence, twisting to others heroes. Taught by grumbling empty gutters, and the dangers therein, while befalling a brilliant yet brigand fortuitous student partaking in justice like gifts from a thrift, unbeknownst, everdressing, everplaying, striped, gallant, overloading, freeloading, understated baggage.