Dnaltiwkcuf

I induce a tale or two
For nonsense verse true,
Grable the cable
Fold the table
Pull down a floor
And draw the door
Tell ye all of Dnaltiwkcuf
While on hot words I puff.

Listen there to you
As the clocks moo,
While I speak of a world:
The cuboid home so curled
Where mortals perambulate
By curved horizens straight
Richlings ruffle in glee
As with coins worry flee
Yet poorlings are bled
Their bones make bread
And lollings spake thus
Of empty twittering fuss.

For in this land
Status is canned
Labels sorely penned:
No more of wide bend,
Scarecrows want no brains
As "wisdom nought but pains",
Tinfolk have no hearts
Tech got all those parts;
Machine is God
Humanity odd,
Lions brass bold
Forswear all old
Age is stupid
Useless cupid,
Thrust pelvis and tongue
Only die once so die young!

None save heart and mind
"No one gets far being kind"
In this land of spew
Keep the mindful few;
Screwed nonces tight
Who think not fight
Of the others no avoid
Extra option means void.

So as you walk on Dnaltiwkcuf
Finding sense will be tough
But always wise and happy be
To all the tiwkcuf's you see
Or else a tiwkcuf you will be.