Now its all clichéd
a pastiche of a pastiche
of another pastiche begging visions
much as the overstayer at a colourful carnival
now watching drunkards in grotesque smeared make-ups
those sincillating dazzling costumes afore in ritzy glow
now tacky ridiculous misrepresentation of coutures ill made

The drip drip drip
onerous magical thinkings
in cahoots with guised networking
yet as apparent as a charging steam locomotive
is now the infantile bullying of the spoilt nasty brat
chasing away all guests at the birthday party cause the presents given
were not all the magnificent things craved or not expensive enough

Moreso those original miscreants
had trumpeted loud and clear their intentions
to, by foul intents induce cerebrum damage and ruination
spite, vengeance boiling on envy laced in malice aforethought
they sang of haze, confusion, of mud lies and numbers counting
in dastardly flair they laid out maps and plotted the route to failure
to rack and ruin, the road to Wigan pier as dictated by thieving mobs

Magnanimity unheard in spiritless spooks
innocence, truth, bravery, courage are anomalies detested
finesse et measured equity is a language unspoken in toy town
it's all become a silly affair by naked clowns, now posing agape
what good victory when the enemy carries arms alongside you
wears your livery  and is one of you with  kings shilling in hand
do not over stay tour time at the carnival least you are mistaken for muggers
Contempt is not a glorifying word but can express feelings succinctly atimes