Heads of State
Clibberty bash, those thoughts that clash
Verbs that slash, nouns that crash
Lock John in a room that don’t burn
Hammer-fed mash, open the sash
Throw out the trash, burn into ash
I’m just the kid who couldn’t learn
I never once learned to conjugate
Learned once I did, it was too late
Treate me as just a reprobate
This cold jacket won’t let me turn.
All canvas and white with
Extraordinary straps,
As I run down stark staircase
Spurred on by taps of sadistic slaps,
I live where they seductively
Pop pills for naps,
Beware of the Grecian urn!
Solome’s six veils all levitate
Voyeurs still stare to see her state
Ask for their heads on a silver plate
Prophets just never learn.
We who would speak for integrity,
Live out your life in chastity
Order gets stowed ‘neath absurdity
A state never once your concern.
Swiftly let swish, past one final wish
My head’s on your dish, right next dead fish
John’s green at the gills like a fern.
In the short shadow of justice
Bright madness prevails
To weep in your prisons
And sleep in your jails
Innocents all incessantly dream
Upon your sweet mattress of nails
Of a day when reason returns.
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