Clown Fox

the yard was in a state of disarray the caretaker there had been perceived as being obtuse for offering as a quay the promise of the gift of a coming day suspicion and rancor did hold prevail surely it is too good to be true we must quickly and collectively hail the coming of a different way to assail what of our right to defend bigot and arm yes surely we can improve our involvement to be part of overall farm and here comes candidate chockful of charm “I will make change so fast ‘twill make head spin” “but is that not how some were led to demise by similar reasoning that head held tight would spin and spin again until separated from bird left to squawk around the yard body running blind now we really must think and truly not balk at the implications of this fast new talk” “hold tongue ye lacking a true patriots heart this creature is pure speaks straight and true we have no need for your groundless means of art join the revolution or simply stand apart” and thus they did invite the hungry fox that one fine day without demanding all that is gleaming at the bottom of the box can’t be honesty though surely it mocks “for we know this very creature is possessing the cunning eye the crafty way and though he’s the gift of sweet caressing he spins an artful dance of not addressing” “we had no choice” cries the opposing ken “but, we had another who surely had qualification, articulation, manifestation for in many ways she was groomed to have been but there it lurks behind Cheshire cat grin the smug satisfaction entitled reaching the mentality that can only begin to do whatever need be to secure a win" the fox enters proudly becomes entrenched the yard cheers loudly surely change for all the promise to remove suffering the quench god forbid we should become as the french promises unraveled double-speak the rule a little pluck a bit of sup they watch as the caricature begins to drool “it is not I but ye who are the fool for I have cleverly shown that this melting pot is not for all but for those who have got the mettle to bewitch and besot ye thought I had misplaced that I somehow forgot a fox I am today and a fox I will be the pot you saw a bowl of soup for those with similarly fashioned coterie a way to gorge fatten and continue to feed” the fox pounces feathers scatter around the last they see the gleaming grin the pompous twisted face of a fiendish clown no one to hear cry or plea not a friend to be found