Ah, the cool winds of spring bring a calm precision As the pieces, masterminded by the shameless, fall into place. But summer brings a dissonance As novice, eclectic dissidents descend, Bearing stakes bangled with fluttering hues, muttering apprehension Yet, screaming comprehension. Alas, it is but a dissent of harmless tea, petty reply to the pantheon of the left, Searching for a leveling of excesses, a return to principle.
Abused and Ignored, the beating keystones of our Great Thought Are reduced, demeaned, desocialized by the dissembling mob of nine. We lay in wait, but have awakened. Mark this, Foolish One – it bodes ill for thee. Liberty embraced shall break your hold! Sycophant plans exalted, amended, then dashed. Skulk to that great Pale Abode and wait, concupiscent of change. Your taking-time has passed, and We shall be abused no more!
© 2009, The General