The Book of Idiots

Chapter Four

(our two soldiers of fortune are recruited as World policemen)

Boom Boom (you’re dead)

                                             Out go the lights?

            The Sewer King contemplates the complex issues of world minions,

seeks here and there from flatterers such agreeable opinions

as would turn a fisticuffs into a full blown Armageddon

and fulfil his shoddy, so-called saintly ambition

to rule the world; Faithless Lieutenant cringes by his side,

a grey man who rules a far off, insignificant isle,

who dreams of empires, and smiles a sickly, saving grace;

envious rapture distorts his otherwise featureless face!

“A special relationship, sire, exists between yours and mine;

we two, together can police this troublesome quagmire.

Your hand and mine in friendship, this whole world clasps,

Salvation, my lord, from rank anarchy and collapse.”

“Speak, Lord Faithless Lieutenant, tell me what you see,                           }

let the cause be just for such a dangerous prophesy,                                 }

(and make sure there’s enough bankable readies in it for me!)                }

The Undertaker of Filth and World Decay

exhumes the images of siege and ritualised horseplay;

Here and there maniacs sieze the initiative of another uprising

to murder millions and impose another ruthless cleansing!

A story! A story! The Sewer King dictates,                                                   }

and shoves his fool back out, onto the stage                                            }

to earn his keep in one more extrapolation of altered states;                }

”My Lord, you do me more than my slight skill deserves!

Yet the more of dreams unfold a sorrier state of affairs.

Who could resist the solid foundation of this integrity?

A whole Nation believes it is the benchmark of international morality,