Schizophrenic American Fantasy
days, months, years go by and no one kills the aristocrats
until we execute villains, our nation is kaput, invalid,
no constitution, no viable country it was all we really ever had
we gotta do this like the french and english,
like king charles how when they went to arrest him at his ranch was it pablo escobar?
or could be at the white house
the king was bored and angry in his castle all the peasants were starving and dead
charlie demanded, when knock knock, they came, ON WHOSE AUTHORITY DO YOU ARREST ME (moi?)
he wanted to know who had given the order who betrayed, who sold him out
but one of the arresting soldiers pointed a gun at his chin and said, “this is all the authority I need.”
and it was a sword, not a gun, right next they still held a trial for him good manners, fair game
then the guns sang, our gang banging our flag, well, the man’s time is up, it’s good riddance