I rarely watch a TV show
The night that it first airs,
So sometimes there’s a lot of hype
To catch me unawares.
This happened with “Succession,”
For this season’s number 3
Had both friends and stories in The Times
All reaching out to me.
I won’t divulge the secret,
But it’s interesting to note
Just how many people to this series
Time and thoughts devote.
Before I read the articles,
I sat and watched the show,
So now, at least, I’m all caught up
In what I need to know.
God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria,
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under the wisteria...?'
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....
Don't be surprised if I forget your name
It's nothing personal, you understand?! I just don't play these games
It's not for pride or because I'm reluctantly shamed
It's because I moved on the day's fruit was my aim
I know that I promised to be this or do that
But those promises were lies, a fortress quelled by facts
I know that you loved me and that word's lost it's meaning
But you have to forgive and let time begin healing
My pride stepped in front not allowing conceding
Insert foot into mouth, how bout now are you seeing?!
It's just your prerogative telling all of your woes
Cowardly kinder as your weapon tale concoction seep flows
Now I became scapegoat for your truth and the lie
Ignorant, veinly feigning false pretense of you, oh my
I sit now and think "is this more time that I waste?"
"Should I be somewhere else breaking bread? Making haste?"
Just another conjunction of illusion regressed
If this is conclusion then there's no resolve, a test...
We just live confused, convoluted, unresolved and depressed....
Swallow dreams
The saddest of all, yet sweet and amazing
Passion draws near to they that dream, visualize the action before happening.
I give credit to they dream in the afternoon, than they that dream at night
Because creative are they that dream on daylight.
Analysing the system before acting,
The time we get isn't yet enough, soft thoughts that make us cry,
Laugh, sing and jump.
We dream to admire,
We see yet we don't understand the development and the inspiration.
Love from a happier thought,
We close our eyes everyday and wait to open them once again.
The time moves, sometimes seems short and sad
The difference is from the heart,
We travel to different places, and at times we don't come back (death)...
Do you wonder why, when you wake up from sleep and sleep again the dream changes for something else,?
A dream, a succession of images, ideas, and emotions
All in your head
The outcome can be a nightmare or a fantasy.
Thank you!!
Parades in progress, coaches appear, and
Black-plumed horses dance,
They raise their heads and velvet blankets
Toggle as they prance!
The queen appears, the king is dead,
The servants gather ‘round,
Coronation appurtenances all arranged,
How deftly they confound!
The scepter raised, the ring is donned,
Quiet falls like dew,
Amidst the crowds colors blush
In very muted hues.
Born to this occasion,
He stands with glittering crown,
His subjects and the common court
Are gently kneeling down!
Deep
in
the wood-
a haunting
nocturnal menace
hoots
of
rivals
challenging
the territory.
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