From some misunderstanding

(and a total lack of planning)

my attempt to rule the world has not occurred;

it seems ideas poetic

are these days viewed as pathetic

and a modern poet looked on as absurd.

The other day whilst bathing

came a wicked rhyme so scathing

there and then I seemed to be provocateured;

This catchy inspiration

bolstered flagging dedication

and I hit the soapbox hill with loins ungird.

I shouted to the masses

barking bile and then molasses

first I belted fire and then my poem purred;

but sadly, soon outwitted

as the smirking crowd all tittered

to the courthouse I was blatantly chauffeured.

The Judge asked for a reason

I should not be tried for treason

and I thought I had his sympathy incurred;

I argued that the nation

was in such a situation

but he banged his gavel, then gave me the bird.

“I feel that we should shoot you

or would ninety days dilute you?

Bailiff! Keep that guy in cuffs till he’s transferred;”

A big guy in my cell block

has me silent now with shell shock

and I haven’t wrote a goddamn bloody word!

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