Clucked!

Here’s a further find from my furious foragings …

They ask if he would care to rule the roost -
Too chicken, me! he says and turns them down.
Responsibility's not quite his thing -
Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

And then they come a-pecking on his door -
Carte blanche, they say, to come and do it his way!
See how they trust him - gullible buffoons! -
So keen are they to have their bright new day!

OK, he gives them that - but just the one -
To wave their little flags and scoff their cakes.
The morning after that, he cracks the whip -
The dream's asleep when real nightmare wakes.

The more it hurts, the deeper their devotion.
O punish us, great monarch, we are dirt!
And never do they seek his abdication,
While each endures the itch of rough hair-shirt.

By then he loves unquestioning obedience,
A pampered prince and lord of all he saw!
They never know their minds - this captive audience! -  
Once he's made 'thinking hard' against the law.

They teach his book (on etiquette) in schools.
It tells them what to do and what to say.
They have no need of any other rules.
He whistles as they learn to act his way.

To make them love him more, he stages death -
Pronouncements from the palace, funeral rites -
But lo! a miracle resuscitation,
A strong man never giving up such fights!

And back he comes, a phoenix from the ashes
That bears bold news of bliss beyond the grave -
How only those that do his will may gain it -
How those that disobey him won't be saved.

The royal scam - abandoning commitments
And making sure his subjects feel the blame.
He tears up their petitions, spends their money -  
Fast cars and faster persons on the game!



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Image: Savage Chickens

7 thoughts on “Clucked!

    1. It’s hard to imagine the sort of person who might enjoy how things are turning out … not a pretty thought, is it? I keep coming up with somewhat unworthy animal analogies …

  1. “Tears up their petitions”. Well forecast young man, you have a future in the prognostication department – if only they could see their way clear ……
    Thanks Dave.

    1. Hi Dave – for some reason the machine now calls me “Mike Zil” – but it’s still me. The one who used to have a green splodge as a symbol. Oh, well.

      1. ‘Mike Zil’ certainly has a ring to it! As to your kind komplement about my fortune-telling skills, wish I could foresee the results of a few horse races! Maybe if I rename myself Mystic Meg … or should that be Mug?

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