The Lampshade Chase

Karl, consumed by golden ale’s sweet lure,  

Forgot his name, his clothes, and all that’s pure.  

Across the yard, his chase was wild and free,  

The cat, bemused, a phantom in his spree.  

The neighbors watched as crystals softly swayed,  

A lampshade crown upon his head displayed.  

The silk, a shroud of reckless, drunken glee,  

While in his mind, he’d broken from the sea.  

Of norms and roles, society’s cruel chain,  

He ran, a king of folly’s fleeting reign.  

But morning comes, the crown must fall away,  

And Karl's left with memories to fray.  

The cat long gone, the yard now still and bare,  

But Karl’s shade will linger in the air.