And All the King's Inquisitors Are Kind
Somewhere between the BS and the PS
would be nice if we thought that they could see us
from the weight of all their folly somehow free us
for surely there’s no way they’d like to be us
thus, do they weave their webs as spider’s do
claim they put them there to protect you
yet if you step inside it’s plainly true
won’t be nothing left when they are through with you
they’ll gag you yet have you hold a screaming sign
that shouts “we hate you, everything is fine”
convince you the sighted are the blind
and all the king’s inquisitors are kind
so humbly ask: “Please may I have some more?”
as you stand outside their now unopened door
wondering why this isn’t like before
when there was always more, and more of more
John G. Lawless
©11/17/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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