What is the driving force, why sometimes, the clamour Perhaps may just have started like a joke; then again Poverty, anxiety and fear creeps on you on unknowing wee hours And, when it becomes excruciating, there, rooted, is the rhizome Mine started: like the vanilla milk shake; I was attracted The sweeteners; the honey, the fat, I savoured The aroma, powerful; I was inundated, pursued, harangued And then, like one on a tenterhook, to the ravenous, I yielded Then follows the presentment, I was handed my gift, Like the nitwit's entrusted, a carefully crafted magical sopranino That is when the very diligently choreographed, subtly sorted intervention sets off My brain needy sensor systematically, simply, superbly, addictively, astutely, elevated And in such dopey, opaque state, I stopped articulating, being reasonable No longer able to cope; incessantly having a hard time, I was tormented: forming A fertile...