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?