Summoned by the court
he arrived head-high and confident
high-legging, zigzagging, arms flailing,
flaunting his shiniest
dilly-waggles and jimmy-jangles.
Do your little dance
jester.
He gyrates like a dyslexic spider
with a belly full of mirth and mead.
Make us merry mister marionette.
Entertain us you bumbling buffoon.
We are your judge and jury.
We are your fans and media
sitting on our thrones of armchair judgement,
passing down our slapstick verdict:
your sins are forgiven.
Just don't raise our taxes.
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1 comment:
HAHAH! Good one...I always like the little Zinger at the end :)
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