The Poet Laureate of Canada

My friend minted these poetic lines today and I think they're beautiful enough to be worth repeating:

"And here I am trying to come up with a path to becoming the poet laureate of Canada, and we're all slipping on our second skins, slipping away into cyberspace, efervessing into the Baud."

In our times, any questionable quest sought with zealous zeal demands that we stand and salute.

Follow-up. My friend went on: "I'll need to take out the current Canadian Poet Laureate. She looks frail; I think I can take her. If only I wasn't dyslexic."