Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Cynics Win Again

The perpendicular smile of the wizened maiden
Foretold a skewering of convention
And the rancid politicos were thrown akimbo
As sagacious minds sought alternatives
To the ruined nationalism of yore
Elves danced jigs at the thought of justice
But delayed 
It was denied
These changes were temporal
Illusory gifts with fast-approaching expiration dates
All was lost just as it had been won
Spellbound dullards rejoiced and fretted simultaneously
Dancers and prophets knew the score
But it changed again and again
Life flowed like the rapids
Madcap foamy and loud
There was not respite for the weary
(Nor especially for the leery)
We all laughed to say it again

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