How the anchor

Irreality skims its hole
A missive writes its tune
Thirty fools ask for better jostles of their merit
Attention wanders
Eaves cave in
But the service gets tedious
Markets rage
Talents fade
Paradise waves its fastened ware for bargaining
The waves consume time
Manners fade
But birth saves treason
How are the penitent to show worth
What of happiness that saves
Show the storm some merit
The parrot lives to emulate the theatre
Fables exit reality
Sunshine walks away
The mice come out to play
Restitution takes no form
Words seem blight
The cancelled check from heaven remits
And fine souls get poor
The fence of reason has been moved
And safety gets fused with zeal
The lazy find donors
What has become of reason