Knight: Hostage-takers and glee-fakers,
Doing all they can,
Have us taking godly wafers
Just to please the Man.
Prince: I understand your concern
About the current situation.
We will build a virtual berm
To jumpstart our Persuasion.
This will drive home our intentions
All without the least pretension.
We’ll make sure they understand
Who's truly in Command.
Knight: I said goddam! You’re so conniving!
All you do is think up plans
While we’re out here striving
Tryna please the bloody Man.
If you were in charge of us
We would all be winning.
Most of us would give all, plus
A virulent beginning.
Some would give much more,
If we could afford to.
[To Servant.]
When you leave just pull the door
And lock it right behind you.
Servant: Yessir, I understand exactly what you mean.
I have left here thrice before
And know you like it clean.
Knight: [To Prince . . . frowning.]
Anyway, as I was saying . . .
- Author: ModernBard ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2022 13:25
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 61
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