Jokers Wildfire in Hearts

hollow the words seem when said to a wall, bounce back with fear and anger to keep, papal silence for the thrall to burrow asleep, worms of thoughts weep by sunrise to fall. skills of a magistrate in proper order would bow, kings would castrate themselves to drink milk, cows jump moons for the money pig on top, steak and bacon sizzle on the solar flare. where are we in all this, wondrous saloon? cowgirls and cowboys, or more like cowards? the paddle doors swinging and the guns draw, would you shoot or hesitate, ten steps is all you take? turn and boom it all flutters down in spades, joining in this house of cards in the breeze.