The death of this idea will make
us space enough – ‘twas never
clear just why we’d had to play
a patsy’s role as fool – but yet
we’re tools as well as message
boys whose place is ambiance
less grace equating accidents
of birth you’ll surely say
To take our commonsense as
hay defends your view of whom
should rule – a chosen few that
you will grant allegiance to; but
we have learned that straw may
reign while proxies play
© 20 July 2013, I. D. Carswell
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