Monarchies turned to democracies. Look where that got the poet…..do you agree?
they gloat on the words, become fat,
when their heads roll off, see the words
roll as well, off the troubadour tongue,
catch them pearls-
What? The oyster again.
alphabets retreat, retreat, relegate,
like once upon a time gowns
now just enough thread.
wake up troubadour, time to sing
your greeting card lisp.