It’s a riding of the golden enthroning chariot
around the tumultuous roaring coliseum as of
ancient & fast declining Rome,
all amidst a clamoring sea
of simple red-hatted whiteness,
as he absorbs, just soaks right on in,
that honest folks love.
All the while smiling
like Vinnie in a bar in Queens
chuckling over his latest conquest story,
as he shares weak Martini’s with his
drunken & besotted lieutenants.
His time to gloat & sneer at the weak & fallen,
the small boy’s big day out,
riding in papas fancy car
while tossing out empty favors
& a smirking Royal glance at the limping
trembling, so victorious
hopeful rubes.
No, it’s not a thankyou tour,
it’s a Victory lap.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
It’s a riding of the golden enthroning chariot
around the tumultuous roaring coliseum as of
ancient & fast declining Rome,
all amidst a clamoring sea
of simple red-hatted whiteness,
as he absorbs, just soaks right on in,
that honest folks love.
All the while smiling
like Vinnie in a bar in Queens
chuckling over his latest conquest story,
as he shares weak Martini’s with his
drunken & besotted lieutenants.
His time to gloat & sneer at the weak & fallen,
the small boy’s big day out,
riding in papas fancy car
while tossing out empty favors
& a smirking Royal glance at the limping
trembling, so victorious
hopeful rubes.
No, it’s not a thankyou tour,
it’s a Victory lap.
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