Today we hold sway
Tomorrow sorrow
No fortune to borrow
So, we pray
Today all is well
Tomorrow living hell
No one can tell
So, we pray
Today we're on top
Tomorrow we're fops
Like lightning the drop
So, we pray
Should life abend
Prayer ascends
Hellacious howls tickle and titillate
the trompeleil scene
in the pastel Court of Kings.
Flamboyancy rings as the
fluttering coo of a rapiers dance in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of castle in the chill air
buzzing past the ears
of the mischievous lillipitians, yearning,
egging on yearlings with antiquated filigreed foils.
Ludicrousity runs riot
trolloping in fandango-clicks of hooker-red
across the quilt-stitched batten puffed blazers
of Dukes and Pimpernels pompously prancing
before beatific, porcelain, wig-topped dolls
rouged and hollow-eyed.
Chroniclers cavort in the manner of angry bees
on spindle-pins, their stocking encased legs
pawing at pedagogs who gawk slack jawed.
Only the puncture of flesh-framed torsos
brings an end to the melee.
*Melee, generally refers to disorganized close combat
involving a group of fighters.
There were some rude people from Slytrap
who only new how to write mean crap,
so on they all squiggled,
and manically giggled,
while Shakespearian fops took cat naps.
Conservatism's ideology
Is static. For that reason, everything
It touches stagnates and thus decays.
We live in a universe that expands:
Dynamic, and ever characterized
By firm continuous change-alive!
Conservatives, stuck in traditions
Unable, feckless slaves of status quo
Impede advancement for those souls in need.
Those at the top espouse unwritten laws
That favor power, wealth and selfishly
Retain these hieratic gifts bequeathed
By past idolized idealess fops
Who gained their prominence on backs of men.
Somewhere, oh is my brain slow,
Birdbrains..... have I.....
That's why, I want to go,
For a brain transplant,oh, oh, my!
Somewhere along the pillow tops,
My brains leak out,
I am, slowly becoming,
The King of all fops.....
Somewhere, my IQ
Has serious leaks
That's why, I stare at walls all day,
And think that's "tops"
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