Arcanely puritanical, a spiritual playboy,
Friends, foe, family nonchalant about employ.
The bohemé red-tapist is lurking as of now,
While I'm busy, milking a cozy-chimeric cow.

The colostrum is rich. Healthy. Utterly pure.
But is it fit for me? I'm bitterly obscure.
Then came in the veteran, a witty silver fox,
who USED TO foster me, with his lovely golden talks

As usual...