Neocon Mega Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Stroll through the left wing door,
A chance to explore beyond the unknown,
Radical welcomes fixed with projected crescendo,
Down held like a gypsy proud of his own town,
When the contemporary facade has no transparent window,
A surprise attack awaits when you join,
Cosmic plant ran by an organised weirdo,
Subtle impression would judge it's fate with derision,
Economically scaled for some potential bundle,
It would be wise to risk a mutual cohesion.