DILEMMA OF AN UGLY CONSPIRACY
Never truly considering the convolution of his earlier days
misguided faith was exercised with blinders for the chase.
Throwing up his golden towers with distracting shiny objects
the most puissant Napoleon couldn’t fathom his Waterloo.
Hence the planning began even earlier than his dismay
not to employ restraint for a peaceful transfer of the race.
The tortoise did cross the finish line before becoming a target
as the hare was a jumping Jack-Rabbit avoiding the Blues.
Whistling rigging his own election he stumbled in disarray
falling on Lincoln’s Party like a Big Time Wrestler in disgrace.
He was pinned with ten counts as the referee blew his conquest
with multiple fouls denouncing his lack of paying his dues.
Tumbling over his own shoelaces he is here on display
greeting a warden and turning in his rubber to efface
his masculinity while he moans and groans in total torment.
His sense of logic was unhinged like a shutter to replace
his coziness with torture searching for defense without a clue.
Poking through a forest of thorns the path is straightaway
leading him to accountability without any further prospect.
Dangling on a string of falsehoods his care for losing face
is never a priority withering like a dandelion or a castaway.
Receiving no assistance from Captain Hook little Tinkerbell
did scoff the impurity as Never-never Land has closed its gates.
The Darling Family is charitable with their emotions to erase
inhumanity as Wendy’s heart is golden in consequence.
Adorable through innocence and her belief she fascinates
the spirit to forgive the entire criminals and heartless infidels.
Only with a Christian attitude will we rejoin to graciously replace
selfishness with egolessness and narcissism with quintessence.
Into the lion’s den we will march to pacify the screaming irate
losers who only work with grievances while our futures will foretell.
Healing will only come with our fabulous perception of offense
dissolving incongruities through the development of confidence
enlightening a primrose path to perfection for every glorious fate.
“Cast your Fate to the Wind” is a song for Linus and Lucy to sedate
their troubles as we reorientate confusion to a soulful continence.
Charlie Brown from the Coasters showed us the thrilling way
to be a rascal doing no real evil or burning in tumultuous hell.
Blind Faith can only function if the resource will then culminate
into a marvelously wholesome stream of comforting consciousness .
The lack of flexibility, as well narcissistic masochism has fenced
this cult of personality into racketeering with an unending carousel
of wicked horses kicking and whinnying ultimately to humiliate
the nonthinking sycophants into their own destruction and comeuppance.
The archangels all wish them deep reflection giving all God’s citadel
to heal their wayward thoughts and transform them through repentance.