Aled self.....creating the hell

A helled poem for all creators n first handers......b a avant garde.by a modernist....... Heathen I in a woozy night Stumbled on a sottish HE. I asked who you? Satiated with Jehovah complex replied Me the gracious self. Flummoxed me I catechized what u doing here? Inebriated with chutzpah retorted Me pariahed from the heaven With cogent objectives Threatened the unsurmounteds. Cogent objective? A hell for all innovators and pioneers No rules and bogus regulations Freedom to do first. Pricked my conscience Moving into alehouse A hell? A hell with no boundaries But with all ocuous obstacles Which prompt fidelity in self. Overted I inquisited Fidelity in self? A contest with self To improve and revamp self Without limitation of time. quaffing the conversations. Negated I questioned Self or ego? Ego is the d’nouement of self Expand ego to the infinity To see the infinite nothing Present around existing things To place the avant gardes Between the existing things. Wine veered my perception of senses Befuddled I looked at him asked Can I join you? Anyone reveres self, disregards submissions Arguably great in eyes of self Have a lust for innovations A self-sufficient achiever If have all that assume with me He winked and in a rush left the alehouse Self was knocking Prevailing to create the HELL.