The King of Compromise
Posted in Humanity on July 18th, 2008He snuck
water into wine
yet they tasted finest
merlot lipstain red
sipped like wasted sundays
spent in bed diluted thoughts
all with never minds
mixed-up oughts
gone to hazy what the hells
drinking in the lazy things he said
they were agreed
he took
the treble from the chimes
made them waste the wise
words and songs unsung
tuned down to lose the race
with troubles plumed
with fluted noughts
stillborn nature lost to dust
it’s wrong to stifle bells
and hearing this his wragged scrape
they all agreed
he shook
their daughters into life
unchaste and then declined
red dresses unto nervous creed
unzipped with patient haste
but not a stealer caught
with sneaky lightening down
from threaded skies
teasing ground and then goodbye
for calm of dread and dread of more than lies
for arms to lead and leading all to finalise
they must agree he is the King,
of compromise.