Monday, 11 January 2016

Mighty Nincompoops and a Prism

O group of mighty nincompoops
You’re using the lens against the sun to shine
But that’s fine
Guess it’s the trend in your coops

O gurus of fanaticism
You can butcher a man, not the idea of freedom
They say, “Shut-up and salute the tradition”
Something is missing in your brain… surely corpus callosum
“Talking smut? Go to another country or we’ll lock you for treason”

Locked in the prison for treason
A task planned definitely by a buffoon
Otherwise, why am I accused of ‘watching porn?’
When I am not even a minister or will not become one anytime soon?

I hang my head in shame for the ashamed are not ashamed
Shameless creatures rise, signing ties
But an American wig will not make you wise
Life is more than who gets to roll the dice

Eh just forget it all
As if anyone is listening at all

In the prison I have asked only for a prism
Just to show
How a soulful white light splits into a rainbow
But what difference does it makes for the colour blind?
Or a group of mighty nincompoops
Busy using the lens against the sun to shine
But that’s fine
Guess it’s the trend in their coops


1 comment:

  1. As i said - "what a punch...i'm blown!" :) :) :). Mindblowing! :) :)

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