“Why? Everyone seems quite mad here…
Fear is hate and hate is dear
Everything is skewed and queer
Why am I listed in the credits as King Lear?”~ The Queen
“Once Upon a speck of dust in time
This cat I know, busted a rhyme.
Linguistic synaptics spun, rang the chime.
One dreamer’s human being, another’s Optimus Prime.”~
The Cheshire Cat, you know…the Dude with the Hat~
Potbellied Sneetches, societal leaches
Beautifully polished, core rotten peaches
Diatribes and vitriol vomited screeches
Contrived constricting conspiratorial speeches
One day they’re happy
The next day they’re sad
One day they’re good
The next day they’re bad
One day they’re real
The next day they’re fake
One day they give
The next day they take
Yesterday’s hero, tomorrow’s goat
Yesterday’s rumor, tomorrow’s quote
Who is the Captain sailing this boat?
I might as well go and bathe in my moat!
Think because I’m the Queen I have sway?
I did not plot the roles to this fucking play
Busy hiding my money and getting my whey
A girl’s only got so much time in her day
There are breasts to augment
And a face to unslack
Lips to plump up
And a twerker to whack
I’ve “Illuminati” to meet
Crop circles to riddle
“Reptiles” to greet
And budgets to fiddle
Presidents to unseat
And kingdoms to diddle
Banks to take over
And lobbyists to griddle
There are Corgis to walk
And speeches to write
Flockers to hawk
And Gawkers to blight
There’s buttons to push
And bombs to be dropped
Plots with the Bushes
And heads to be lopped
I’ve Parliaments to seat
And ribbons to cut
Dinners to eat
And companies to shut
Environments to pollute
Funds to be raised
Media to convolute
Fans to be crazed
Monarchs to activate
Aliens to procreate
Sneetches to masturbate
Fucking Rabbit! He’s always late!
There’s DNA to clone
And UFO’s to Hyde
Toxins to breed
And disperse in the skies
There are palms to grease
And dimes to mint
Sheep to fleece
And bills to print
Phones to tap
Heretics to inquisite
Toy mice to trap
Army bases to visit
False flags to stage
And favors to buy
Enemies to cage
And pretenders who vie
Spring Cleaning? Must confess
Fukashima such a mess!
Top it off? Can’t find a fucking dress
To appease Perez Hilton’s bitter press!
One day I’m the Queen
The next day I’m Satan
One day they love me
The next day, they’re hating
Yesterday’s ally, tomorrow’s foe
Yesterday’s headlights, tomorrow’s doe
Yesterday’s pickle, tomorrow’s tickle
Sneetches are fickle? How apropos?
Potbellied Sneetches, societal leaches
Beautifully polished, core rotten peaches
Diatribes and vitriol vomited screeches
Contrived constricting conspiratorial speeches
Each and every day
With these sneetches I must stay
Listen to sneetches wearily bray
Can’t all these sneetches just go away?
Find an alternate dimension to play?
Go rain on someone else’s parade!
Stop blaming me for beds you’ve made!
This is the hand that you have played!
Logical consequences only seem a bitch
When every scratch you seek to itch
You sold the farm and bought the pitch
You dug your hole so here’s your ditch
Now excuse me, I have bills to pay
Crown jewels to insure
Yachts sailing the bay
A pedicure to procure
Destruction for sneetches?
Not on my calendar today~.
©2013 Kelley White
