Fly, Farcical
Farcical is the modern age?
Yes, and reason thus:
Solemnity killed the sage!
Rage, refute! A plus.
Kindness, do ye often pay?
Those who sway, betray.
Poison in my pen, to slay!
What then will they say?
Dragonfire, thy fullest plume!
Vampire, choicest vein!
Choke, O mortals, on the fume!
Now to end the pain!
Hound dog, bay! O banshee, wail!
Bitterness, tell tale!
Slave down river, bill of sale?
Slops in master's pail...
Break down, communication?
O constellation, bow.
Ergo, elevation?
Keelhauled from stern to prow.
Welts around the beggar's neck?
Pigeons, how you peck.
Ships at sea, fear ye a wreck?
Hope, become a speck!
O fortune, bane or beckon?
Fates Three, call Muses Nine.
Tell them back in Kingdom Gone!
Hell and Heaven, fine...
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