A Lie
A new fresh linen hangs on my line
I stray from that tasks that generate jaded tears
with my bare toes I trace a fine vine
the taunting that I bear from my peers
Behold your very eyes
the king has come to tide
he looks as if he has come from Bise
the noble horse that he rides
overcomes him and snickers in laughter
Next in the line of overcoming laughter
strides in a jester full of poise
does not ponder of what comes after
streaming unbanned is levity for all the young girls and boys
The final visage that enlightens the venturesome parade
is a conductor with no orchestra in tow
an orchestra in his vast mind, the nonsensical tirade
hitching his fine tailcoats while riding a sow
My eyes waver back from the haziness that there was
it was all a dream
an
Alice
in
Wonderland?
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