Oroboros

The princess and the circular snake, starved if not for its own tail. The jolly Rodger jormungander, a ring in representation, an engagement to his trade of all above introspections. Call it nonsenses, philosophies of the armchair, hah we are mere theorists all, every one of us in a portrait of pretension you may call pre-emptive but my is it a might fun to adhere to such things. You call it nonsense, then you must speak of such nonsenses as your own for we are both right, both wrong, this is a discussion of theorem and idea..between the princess and the snake king!
                                    II
We are the delegates, ministers of ideas, the patriarchs of pitch and putforths. The revolutionists through bullshit that leads to answers from whisker pulling fantasy. Socratocracy, a Plato full of food for thought on which not enough people are eating and yet they claim hungry and wonder themselves foolish.  The world is one of Philistines of flintrock, Philosophers of the fantastique and brinestone, you could be one too but I don’t its for you!
                                   III
Let discussion lead the way…even if it may seem mad to thee…if life is but a dream as they say…why not let dreams be talked of and pave the way…? The snake king that is of the black coated acanthophis  acanthosis philosophis genus would know..understand my  meaning…I wish him a kindred spirit well for he’s a jolly old Oroboros…with a penchant for his own tail and to discount his musing would be your failings as would it be to ignore any other professor of the art of philosophy...for he who hears not at all..listens..understands..hears..within his head..the best of us all!