Monopole

Dashing into callous juvenile youth
Animation disfigures into sluggish restless turmoil,
Modesty revamps into swaggering fad,
The 'my mind' takes on a silly Sir's reflection
And choices agree to sweethearts than ol' mothers.

Once under the skyjacker moon
A first-sighted lover wandered hazily about,
In this stolen dim light;
Many such eyes he had already developed and popped.

His face, a dippy mouth agape
Stargazing, sketching her in the celestial,
Like a child counting the transcendent sky,
His back ignited by fiery fluids.
Trusting an abreast stranger a teen life of boasting vows,
Here he worships and brags promises.
Ha! Even the essence of his loudmouth
Is benighted to that sleeping Beauty
Who is a wink's stillness to his bustling heart.

He praises Cupid's arrows,
But it's only his slipping tongue
His core vagued by flaunting prestige
Remains unhurt from its piquant honing.

A clown, his circus will go on,
Until his moon shines own and alone.
He will now in these attractions gyrate
No bonds will...can he form.
He won't realise it today
What that grizzly erudite spake
"Monopoles never exist."

Even in relations it applies
For there is no sister without brother,
No teacher without student
Nor husband without wife.