My capacity for drawing, or painting is limited, my art form is written word, so I figured why let that stop me in participating in this creative endeavor. The follow series is following the prompts for each day of October that other artists are doing.
Roasted
See him king of fools
sitting in his inflamed chair.
As hands of fire reach up for heir
of the trash heap that is today.
In ridicule and jestered haste
the people point, cracking smiles
and in the hands of the king of fools
a red canister of petrol.
Combustion at any point,
he goes on laughing, for of course
he is a he. And his followers speak in tongues
and throw their money in the pit
and seven heads grin back at them
but their rose colored glasses
see seven halos resting above. So
king of fools shimmies can in fists
so that splashes awash the masses
and those in balls and chains who did not
participate are all splattered just the same.
Jokes on them and less on him for why should progress
matter, if the world ends tomorrow and there is
but a warm spot for us, to create
smores round the worlds
embers.
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