Such and Such

Brew in an African pot of ignorance,
my best feigned reaction is intolerance.
In a matrix filled with imitators
and sins judged by duplicators
I tire at the feet of originators.
Words of a preaching wanderer
are lost in the actions of a believing conqueror.
For my dreams require a skill to ascend this hill
but sorrow and ill prescribe the pill
while my might and will foot the bill.
Of tunes strung from my heart
consumed and abandoned flat
of dead eyes proclaiming a story,
an existence devoid of glory
Of such and such
And very much more of much