Friday, May 06, 2022
After the Final Convulsion,
the King fled.
There followed Emperors,
each more decadent
than the last. Culminating
with one enamored of making
the Nation into a beloved Circus.
The girls felt pretty in
their spangled tights, and
the men shot from cannons,
despite singed eyebrows,
enjoyed the trip.
But the clowns
got handguns.
Labels: Circus, gun, King, politics, rule