04-07-2013, 06:28 AM
The men were all dancing on top of the world,
frenzied bakers and dodgers alike, bathing in their new freedoms.
The city-king, in his limousine, slouched down beneath the windows,
with a knife of poison ivy inside his shoulder blade.
He saw his old land dancing,
fingering the riches in their copper-collared sleeves;
eating the food instead of making it.
No more his cooks or hunters and gatherers that dared leave
the city of his world:
Soon they too would all know
the time of the great boredom that cooled his once heroic soul.
His dizzy heart was bleeding, like it hadn’t in so long.
With his head bobbing up and down, bobbing up and down;
listening closely to hear if there was any music,
and if so, what it was they’d pillaged from his vault
of classic rock ‘n‘ roll.
There was none.
And all the dancers, when they were out of steam,
gathered round the limousine,
shouting: “Happy New Year!”
He’d forgotten how he’d merged two holidays,
in the name of his Lord.
It was bound to happen one year,
it would fall on April Fools'.
frenzied bakers and dodgers alike, bathing in their new freedoms.
The city-king, in his limousine, slouched down beneath the windows,
with a knife of poison ivy inside his shoulder blade.
He saw his old land dancing,
fingering the riches in their copper-collared sleeves;
eating the food instead of making it.
No more his cooks or hunters and gatherers that dared leave
the city of his world:
Soon they too would all know
the time of the great boredom that cooled his once heroic soul.
His dizzy heart was bleeding, like it hadn’t in so long.
With his head bobbing up and down, bobbing up and down;
listening closely to hear if there was any music,
and if so, what it was they’d pillaged from his vault
of classic rock ‘n‘ roll.
There was none.
And all the dancers, when they were out of steam,
gathered round the limousine,
shouting: “Happy New Year!”
He’d forgotten how he’d merged two holidays,
in the name of his Lord.
It was bound to happen one year,
it would fall on April Fools'.
