Go on and rub your hands
with glee, as you glimpse
the rising ivory throne
of sugar-coated complacency.
Go on and warm that marble
with your acid-coated ass,
as you shout orders to invade
the pink gummy castle of heaven –
Go ahead – do anything you want!
In fact, I’ll not stop you
from trying to evict
the brittle Crown Prince at all
(since he is well past his age)
because I will enjoy watching you
burn your ass on the drill
of He Who Must Not Be Named,
shining hero of the white-masked ascendancy!
© Zelda Reville