Indeed, moral self-infatuation has its own corruptions. With time, almost every principle of life acquires an ironic echo, a sort of cackling aftermath. While the joy of piracy may be out of vouge, the zest of smuggling lives on! Thanks.

ah, but there is no conspiracy.... ;), it is simply to get a rise out of the boat

...whatever a quatrain is this is something like that, heavy and i dropped it a couple of times, my mentality and all, this is such a doozy, it's a square dance of awarenesses of the gooey-ness of 'everybody'...includes me/you...there should be a square when we're heralded for realizing what Pogo did long ago, we met the enemy and he is us.

I remember an argument from a Philiosphy class that we were taught to "dismember" and disprove. The argument was that truth is relative. The answer: if all truth is relative then even this argument cann ot be considered an absolute truth because it is also relative. You capture the essence of that argument so well here. Irony indeed. Great write.

When all is said and done there will be more said than done and I will simply digress and point to Chas and Amie and say "ditto".

I think what makes this poem whole and complete is the unique use of language. It’s an intriguing story line that keeps the reader guessing while guiding them down the poetic path. I really like the title too. It sets the stage for wanting and needing more, like screaming, read on. Then the poem backs it all up with flavorful trope that wows the senses.

This work speaks for itself. It needs no bolstering. A feel "learned" after having read it. Thanks for sharing, Vince.