yes politics lags...
friends and nobles and countrymen
lend me your roaming tongues again
and tell we lords what we should pen
or feel or herald and times by ten
some of such was weedled through
till what they thought was what they knew
through sieve and grate corroboration
to prepare for royal presentation
to ratify or plain deny
the who and where and when and why
merciful majesty the truth be nigh...
the french.... have shot ‘im..... in the eye
when read-all-about-it perspectives are spun
ingredient wisdom's most vital my son
proportion contortions get blended to one
and who can dissect as digestion’s begun
our fair weather kings in reversing the flow
fleet foot omniscience in omnipotent show
blinding the senses with incipient snow
with impotent niches that go with the flow
sources co-opted by the plough that they know
in truth... the king... is the last one to know
