The Wall - a nonsense satire trying to be punny and failing hilariously
Once upon a version of today
A wall is brought up
On allegedly trumped-up charges
In the presence of dat or dis honor.
It being a matter principally
Of the principle
Of the right and wrong of in and out
And who and when and where and why not,
An ambitious and suitably hot-headed Miss Trial
Takes center stage.
Eager to prosecute the case
In righteous rage
For the strict honouring
Of boundaries once chewed off
From the constitutions
Of naive native dispositions,
Reservations are issued in public interest.
Eggs will roll, it's said,
With the onion and mustard
And even certain haba neros
If Humpty is allowed to Dumpty
In the absence - or not - of Kim's august yen.
The potential of the kinetic energy
Unleashed from the irreparable fall
Will be catastrophic,
It is alleged,
Like clouds of magic mushrooms
Not wholly unlike the farts
Of fat men and little boys.
Who will diffuse the genetic strands then
Of the resultant inevitable fusion
If boats were to slip unnoticed
In the misty floating fog
Through the oceanic cracks between continents
And build new worlds?
There was a time when that was ok,
In the age of con dominating.
Deep in her rabbit hole, a lazy Miss Alice
Grinning cheek to cheek
Conspires to dream up
A strategy for the llaw - l l a w
To draw lines under the importance of flaws)
Aka law in inverted capitols with a double-L
Or the opposite of wall.
It is mostly thick,
With brick and mortar mix and
Shades of herculean ambujan cement
Between bat and front foot
And a quite lovely nonchalant leave
Outside every type of stump that is even the slightest bit
Patience and liberating ideas on a sticky wicket, it's hoped,
Can scale walls,
Grind rhetoric into dust
As long as we can stick around
She does not know -
In the manufactured lust of modified
Modern digital understanding
Of ancient truths and super notions,
Anything that is left is waste
Almost as bad as plastic
Everlasting and omniscient trolls
In the garden of hearsay knowledge.
So it is right and just and fair
That the wall is brought up,
With soft fingers and whispers
Like "oohs" and "aahs"
Before the very "I"s and years of this court.
Vision is amply aided with perception
Based on dollops of heard behavior and shared videos
Of the greatness of us,
And we the people
See the wall being
In the blink of an eye, a wave and a smile -
Brick over trick
Over anarkali -
In front of and the back of our minds,
Now cheering and chanting
For boundaries more than
Miss Trial stands triumphant,
Waving and bowing
Before stressed pressed cameras,
Flashing incisive teeth
To engage and invite
The row after row of tribulations
With banners and sinners, celebrating.
It takes a while for Miss Alice to come
To term, however,
To exit her rabbit hole,
To introspect -
Who the F was she to hope any different?
But it was always clear to us
Who had lived next door to her
For a score
And four years more
Like the smoky song -
A nifty nick on the chin from the chap of a man
That was forever dedicated
To this supreme realization.