(20 minute poetry)

Starred
from left to right
you'll see
all manner of pomposity
and the top hat ****.

It brings me out in little spots
a bright red rash, but
this won't stop me
having fits.

They say that pomp and circumstance
is an ancient anthem.
I say, never, no and
not a chance.

Waterloo.

I've met them there
men who wouldn't smile
or share
a crust of bread,
men who thought they knew it all,
at Waterloo, I watched them fall into despair,
and I met myself there years ago,
older now
that's why I know
how the story goes.

All men were created equal until
Spielberg made the sequel and
then when the **** hit the fan,
we watch to see
which man comes up smelling of
Frankincense.