By virtue of insanity,
I win,
you win,
we all scream
for ice cream,
you lose,
virtue becomes a game of politics,
in a word,
a joke,
only the djinn
remains in the bottle until someone
takes a shine to rubbing it clean of grease,
under these conditions do we pretend
everyone is honest and acts sincere
only the court remains,
full of old tricks,
full of scepticism,
an engineer
in one look,
with a glance,
could fix,
and send
new generations,
full of zeal,
undone
simply by the contempt of the old hands,
answers for the jester,
the riddle sends
newcomers to the game in a tizzy,
in a heartbeat the young succumb to age,
to wealth,
to delight in power,
dizzy
young men and women learn how to rage.
Ignorant of abuse,
they choose to use
weak,
pathetic,
money-hungry club kids
in their schemes to get rich with pyramids,
noble,
the engineer fixes their ruse.
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