As Winston is a name
I recall yet again,
His book on the desk
What left to impress
The commissar at that
Position in fact
As in the way
Of nobody at all
The commissar staff
Comes right out of the wall
Into Winston’s apartment
While he is away,
To read what he writes in pen basically
Which is upon a likeness taxonomy
Of a dark spirit basically
True, of the woods,
And indoors we do
Write with pencil
On paper too,
Cultus of the Woods
Paper in the day,
Sold in your stores in many towns verily
Why do we say,
Because you write on paper today
Only if you are inspired to be
Doing as we
Describe today
As that way
Mostly before
Seen and heard
Spirits come
To the written word,
Once, Revolution,
Today is two,
Why do, they say,
His penmanship by the way
Is adequate on the day
One must be a gentleman verily
As a good General would see
In a certain communique
On topic of Prophecy,