Saturday, September 30, 2017

Glory Mongers

If only they would shut up
About themselves, just fix it,
Solve the puzzle before it
Explodes; our deepest Cup

Of Plenty drained to the dregs!
All Presidents tell their stories
Of fools who thwart their glories,
While the nation kneels and begs

Riddance of all self-sacred men
Who live by ever looking up
Into the shining stars and planets
Where their souls jostle for seats
At the table where the gods sup.
Our fate's to ride it till the end.

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