An Ecclesiastical Fantastical State-Sponsored Royal Catastrophe Depicted Using Origami and Interpretive Dance

 

Used to be, I couldn't get arrested in this town

even if I sent the cops the photos myself, along

with a menu of suggested charges. 

I should have known, even if only on

an instinctual level, when they held the funeral

first, ahead of my arranged wedding

to some rich-ass fake wearing a rubber nose

and glasses disguise. He wanted to experiment,

but I guess he didn't mean on him.

We were such boneheads, we should have

used our noodles and not reenacted the battle 

of Hastings using pipe cleaner royals

but how were we to know they would seize

power the way they did? Now the cops are

accusing me of bags under my eyes

and deploying every trick in the book to

keep Melvin Belli stuck in traffic while some judge

throws the book at me. A best-seller! Is there

to be no end to my suffering? I am branded

with a red-hot haiku and shuffled off to Buffalo

where it snows all summer and there are no

book shops or street carnivals where a girl

could double as a stilt-walker or a ventriloquist,

speaking from on high this cautionary tale

about the dangers of poetry, Bunsen burners, and robed authorities.

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for Word Garden Word List--Tomb Sweeping. 

Music: Gong You Can't Kill Me