Hypothetical Parapraxis

Is there a hypothetical dishonesty

The transmogrification of the sublime
Spinning of the Chantilly clad
Leisurely transforming to the grotesque
Ideals rotating in the clouds
Hand cuffed to history
Appearances covered with a mask
Scenarios falling like cheerios
At a breakfast table of the very last
Filling this need to categorize and organize
Sigmund would laugh and Jung would giggle

The potential of the Latin dance
Free instructions in a hazy light
Music talking to your insight
Wanting to lead but allowing others to guide

Spinning nothing into hours
Brilliantly squishing the life out of this soul
Crushing it softly and splashing it with sound
Couples rhyming as the hips move about

Is there a hypothetical honesty
The sublime transmogrification of dishonesty
The soft splashing sound of spinning
The Chantilly clad perceived as normal
Soft controlled anger bubbling
Transforming the grotesque to lopsided smile
Hand cuffed to yesterday
At this table of the less then wise
Filling this need to categorize
Laughing at all the parapraxis