The Castle of Your Limbic

swirling outer rings sweep across the terrain

jostling tremble

a king on his throne shakes to bits

with queen unconscious and subdued

the jester takes up court



who's to judge the fool when he's in charge?

always brown nosers and kiss asses with an agenda

intent on influencing the crowd

a contrary voice is stifled all to abruptly

fools and cowards in your presence

say hello to you and I



defeated before the battle

pride the downfall

mister disingenuous flat on his face

now wondering where his lords have gone

haughty endeavors detached by means of self-loathing



is it better to be the butt of the joke

or to live it?

the humor is lost when you become a parody of another life

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