Three Blind Mice On Duty
When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise
Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please
The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest to proofread censor and edit
My naïve imagination and fantastical mind they simply would not credit
Since then I’ve moved on to more realistic poems topics themes of passion
Crimes battles conjectures refutations marginalization in critical fashion
Three horsemen of the apocalypse trinity triangular thoughts ménage à trois
Lust love death betrayal injustice and triads of champagne caviar and foie gras
Hunger and poverty contra-posing luxury greed bombs shrapnel and aggression
The mice are not so blind any longer to evil or conquest and in one session
Of writing I cover more than foul smelling cheese contempt and a mouth trap
Open your eyes I suggest but be aware that you will have to ponder and unwrap
My rhymes verses allegories and metaphors come three to a bloody shilling
Pieces of silver pot of tar at the end of a rainbow but you have to be willing
To inscribe your own meaning to my writings and shed your deluded illusion
That poesy and balladry is only to suit your cause there will be mental contusion
I’ll shout like a rodent from the marble mantlepiece of your decadent abode
Crap on the carpet rattle your cage until you collapse in agony and corrode
Take the carpet from under your feet and replace it with venomous gifts
Until you let go off your crystal decanter of falseness to welcome a shift
Of consciousness comfort and conscience of classical allegiances’ deceit
Questions truths and foundations of hypocrisy only you are able to retreat
Into novel awareness away from your sewer manholes and decadent stench
Remove the cataracts that impede your vision and look at the deep trench
Which my little mice can easily jump out from for they’re not smelly as such
Want to live in peace eat a few crumbs with no effort they don’t ask for much
Do not need your blinkers's futile explanations and can’t count one two three
Whereas you could if you applied a bit less blindsight and looked for the key
Love does not come from complacency and self-serving pleasure quite contraire
Kindness is free and unconditional it only involves warmth and empathic care
Compassion starts with affection consideration tolerance patience and good will
My poetry comes with a label of warning read at your peril because it may kill
09th October 2020
A Poet's Duty Contest
Sponsor Beth Evans
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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