Absurd

You may laugh. It is a cheesy set,
A castle made of styrofoam, a paper
Gate across a plywood drawbridge,
And the king inside, who struts. How
Grandly he proclaims his glory,
Dressed in cotton, dyed to seem to be
Brocade. The man's not sane. There's
Nothing to him or the stage which
Corresponds to what is real.
If he and it were brought outside,
Subjected to the elements, in hours,
Nothing would be left. The king,
Gone pensive, ponders that. This
Is your cue to laugh.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-04-04 at 23:44

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