A Half-Assed Observation

Government of fools,

Population of clowns.

It's surprising how often stupidity rules.

Government of clowns,

Population of fools.

That doesn't change mush from rags up to gowns.

I'm not better or know who's the best.

I'm just a fellow jest.

In the stage act of this race,

like everyone else trying to keep with the pace.

Dogs of the Government

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

We'll catch, your sent,

and on your hide we will be

beeeeent!

At count, of 3,

all your tricks we'll 

seeeee!

1,1,2

We will come for 

youuuuu!

By Sun, By Moon,

we will find you 

Sooooon!

The shrinking text is implying the the person seeing is moving away. This poem/song is supposed to be barked out and howled in places, sense your not hearing it, you have to be told, you know...

A Death

Next to granite walls.

In golden urn and earthen walls.

Next to fountain and trees in bells and berry.

Metal rusted, sweet as apple, red like cherry.

The melancholy will end at this song,

for you can't forever grief for who is gone.

A Fright

In the night,

I see a fright.

In it's eyes,

I see a light.

At me now it casts it's sight,

no more is heard of through the night.

A Response to the Dark Lord

Your black feathers fall to the ground,

vaperising without a sound.

From up high smooth ground stings.

You'll know when we break your wings.

(faster)

[an army of men yell "Ho!" and stomp, 

let's refer to this as "[Ho!]"]

spear,axe, hammer, sword!

Truth, Justice, "For the Lord!"

[Ho!]

Fire, shadow, lightning, thunder,

with your magic our land you plunder!

[Ho!]

Cold iron will break your charms,

"You come, You come"

We raise our arms!

[Ho!]

Be it flame or snow!

[Ho!]

To fight we go!

[Ho!]

We'll pluck you off the skis!

And strike a blade between those soulless eyes!

A Machine

When you finish your meal.

oil the wheel.

replace those cogs, and polish the steel!

bits *clang, clung, clang*

Unfold the wings!

Wind up the springs!

Start up the furnace until metal sings!

*ting,ting,ting*

Before it get's late.

Open the gate.

For today we'll be dancing with fate!

*rund,trund,dund*

Down goes the sun.

You can run.

I won't quite untill I'm done.

*rrrrrum,vrrum,vrrrrrum*

And you ask why?

They didn't let me fly.

So now they all shall die!

*wooooooooo, Boom*

Up in the alley and down by the street,

walking soundlessly on silk like feet.

A leap like shadow, a flick of it’s tail,

quick and agile, but appears to be frail.

With topaz eyes,

it curiously spies,

and walks away before you realize.

With rhythm on it’s paws it’s it’s own Jazz band,

it’s thoughts are small, it’s philosophy grand!

it’s ideas are remarkable from wherever you stand.