The Devil You Know

Whatever happened to common sense when did we all become so dense ya can’t fall off an un-sat fence dreaming of why and where and whence trying to figure out farthings and pence trapped in a world of hereafter and hence can’t really recall but it’s been that way since we o’erthrew the king to favor the prince expecting pure satin – wound up with cheap chintz our armor now rusted, bloodless, with dents thrown out of our houses we now live in tents downwind from the castle’s hungerless scents venom the substance of our effluence fueled by delay of our just recompense and for our actions offer no penitence our fields long gone fallow wait in suspense for the word of a dead king “let planting commence” a king raised to power at our expense John G. Lawless ©12/13/2021