If I'm going
To have
Interstellar lasers
Hanging from
Chinese weather
Balloons
Irradiate my 
Irrigator

Then I better
Tune into
The state of
Disunion
Since tomorrow
Might bring sorrow
Or a letter

Which says
You are old
No one stays
When cold
Who plays 
When told
Sporting grays
Just fold

Slight burning
Slighter yearning
Something returning
Some morning

Take a rest
The request
Though a pest
Tough test

Make it real
Mushy feel
Magnetic appeal
Must not squeal

Survive although
Strive alive so
Someday all know
Shadowy show

The fingers
Never
Strummers
Forever

Write
Bills and bulls
Then cite
Bucketfuls

But the strings
Grab sound
Plant things
In the ground

They dance
Beyond
Evidence
In a round

Pan
Universal
Plan
Controversial

Igy and Sal
One caused
Dancers to jiggy
The other paused
Reality’s fall

Mustaches
En garde
Owing to Siggy
Lacking regard
Of psychoses

One ears
Unplugged
But never boggy
The other unglued
Eyes from tears

Ungarische Windhunt
Poised powerfully
But loving
Rarely growl usefully
But presence blunt

Never leave
A meal
Waiting
For a steal
He’ll retrieve

It all
To devour
The whole thing
In an hour
Avoids any brawl

Dachshunds
Flee with ears
Upbeat
Ignoring fears
But one abounds

Whom to
Select
By an heart beat
Detect
His enamerato

Shortness
But tubular torso
Completely replete
Ever more so
Reproductive success

Ellis Island
Bestowed
On me
This is my land

Immigrants 
Passed
Bearing presents 
Amassed

Making this land
Detached
From my ancient roots
But a home unsurpassed 

Religion is the gate
Between artificial intelligence
The reality of
Human existence
And the ubiquity
Of information
The fundamental reality
Which manufactures
Various biological
Displays of incomplete
Comprehension
Biological life
Begins then ends
The creature is the
Same whether wild 
Or tame
It is an artifact
Of universal information
Artificially 
Touting
Its eternal domination

So ringing to impart
Conservative youth
Display no heart
There is equal truth
Liberals bearing age
Are bereft of brain
Yet elders are sage
For such refrain
From stark polarizations
Real life made them wise
They accept combinations
One prejudiced denies

Why ain't
Mozart 
A saint
Tisn't
Like he wasn't
An objet d’art
Reborn 
As a human
Pushing a cart
So full 
Of sound
He shakes
The ground
And makes
The world
Profound
Simple question
Any suggestion?