what to wear when eyed by a blind bull
for constipated glory
for a monarch who just can’t shit
a cunning cannonball smashes home then rolls around a little bit
till
striking ten cows and a snotty little pig for the king
through the white smoke you can make a siren wail about anything
a sexy song, oh muse, sing to me now
of your man dismembered
of your ocean burned
of your queen’s throne upturned
to please a hard-sceptered king of men and his little ol’ friend
pea shooter in hand, big goose in sight
but he’s too drunk to hit it try as he might
how can he show his face in public now, his hands clutching nothing bleeding or even half dead?
sing, muse, of how he turns around and shoots his friend instead
This made me laugh. So many clever rhymes, such funny imagery.
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