… and all of the miscreants danced in a ring
singing and clapping and everything.
Chicken Little handed out cups with holes in the bottoms…
and urged everyone to please help themselves.
Uncle Paul smirked and grinned, and dreamed
when he slept, of clever tricks and double crosses.
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, sent out engraved linen notes
that read: “Be here or else—but mind what you say.”
The Ice Queen giggled and tried to look cool,
as she whispered to the boss “you’re starting to melt.”
The King beamed and preened to adoring crowds
who cheered as he told them: “You all are invisible to me!”
The Witch of the Beltway cackled with glee:
“Listen to me! What do I say? What do I mean?”
…and the Tall Man looked down on everyone
until he tripped and came crashing down…
Topsy Turvey turned and spun… telling tales and amazing everyone.
“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.”
Mr. Dowdy Pudding frumped and preened,
beady eyes glistening with malice and mildew.
It’s all a cruel joke intended to wound—impossible tricks every day:
the Media chatters and makes up titillating tales.
The Wise Women lecture and try to make sense
while the Old White Men tell them “sit down and shut up.”
The Lawyers, in turn get their say…don’t let facts in the way!
Believe nothing you hear—nor even what you say!
…and all of the miscreants danced in a ring
singing and clapping and everything.
©Sometimes, 2017
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