The banana peel in a state of denial

Is no worse I thought to myself

Than the drumming of a deranged

            H

            E

            A

            R

            T of a king’s daughter

Wooed by the prince of a foreign land

Where

                        bills are the lining of birdcages

                                                for more no more than a size thirteen foot.

And at the news I cracked open a bottle of bourbon

On the head of a now dead frog

And the French had frog legs for lack of a better word

                                                “ah, the times we live in are fit for fools and drunkards”

                                    Remarked the man of the mountain, buried beneath a mattress of

   snow

and his fossil may be turned up

            in a few million years and

  he will be hailed as a hero in

a new age of the Octopus that has

come out of the sea to be king

But too late it was time for the man to go

            go

            go

            go

            go

            go

                        was not this sad man’s life nor his death

                                    which never did end at all.

And so it was in the land of the caveman of the 21^st century

            Hiding away with his cellphone and hunting for no sort of purpose of

                                                                                    Any kind except his own pleasure

The blackness closed upon his life and all was good for so it was

decreed by the holy televangelist on the tv screen that draws him in

   and kills his eyes

But he could not tapdance like a dog.

                        In her castle                                                                  By his majesty

A lonely lady                                                                offered to her

                                                Ate the food

THE QUEEN

Twice removed from the holy order of the sacred church of Atlantis

  Rising again to dominate the grammarless multitudes and the mindless gnomes

Who eat the people they claim to serve (the b*****ds)

funny how it is that the smartest among us are the ones to fail

            when the failures themselves have no income for the brains they need to

                        fail

he does not claw at the beast for he lost his feet in the war

            and his hands are his only                                  hope for eternal salvation

                        should the war come                               again to improve his way of

                                    LifE

                                It is all he has        and he must worship it like the plague it is

Such is the plight of the eternal depths of thought.