in the land where hypocrisy was underrated
one man was willing to risk it all
sponsored by the oiled hands of ransom
and assorted financiers rushing to get on with the fight,
he aligned with elephants of ambiguous reverence
whose relevance lent, if any, was slight;
was antagonized by an army of asses whose masses'
most abhorrent trespassers refuse to unite
and missioned by the father to impose the goat for Azazel upon
a pack of salukis with bark, but no bite.
answering to a god that surely speaks no french and
obeying the codes (important ones anyway), he survived,
instinctually, by lying in limbo and, when in limbo, telling lies.
never a duck, but always the lame and incessantly searching for a culprit to blame,
his furrowed brow often revealed a mind addle witted and
left all but pitted from a life of debauchery, debacle & deference.
but that same deference (and stengalese yogi-isms) that once
propelled him to dogcatcher status would soon re-establish implication
and de-facto prerogative as the template for new millenium imperialism.