You Ship Of Fools

Oh, you ship of fools.
You have sunk yourselves again.
Sitting on the rocks, you ask…great questions.
Your pundits look bemused.
Your ignorance is too great to question them.
No profundities erupt!
Only a fetid fowl.

You fools you fools you fools.
Your best and brightest have
colluded (again) with your dumbest and their thieves.
To take your fortunes,
and pass them around, laughing to the
clink of flutes and tart of bubbly.
Ahh…life is good.

Your ship is wreck.
Sinking in water you befouled.
Your admirals stand a fore with albatross a hang.
Raven pecks at the portal.
Eyes plucked and driving blind.
You are smashed upon the rocks.
Sinking sin king s i n k i n g…

Your city is a wreck.
Staberinde!
Blasted and hollowed.
Burnt and cored.
Angry mob, abandon ship!
Burn your institutions of freedom.
Blow hard your trumps you fools!

Your sister is letched
On the bone white chair.
You look on.
A grinning crone.
I know your secret.
What do you know?
Who am I to care?

You’ve had it, you fools.
It is over, except for the long fall.
No moon, no mars, no super conductor,
No super collider.
Your 'brainiacs' just produce software toys.
You get no answers to the questions,
too BIG to fall.

In your end you will whine.
All your vain notions of exceptionalism,
will lie smashed in a ditch.
Your struggles will be for naught.
Your thefts will be your legacy.
Close your eyes now.
“Die.”