Ride His Merry-Go-Round

Ride His Merry-Go-Round
© Surazeus
2018 05 09

When the traffic light of lost hope turns green
I accelerate my car in the maze
to chase the rainbow of wealth since it glows
above the steel-glass tower of secret power
where the blind vampire in the gray suit reigns
King of the Fools on his Merry-Go-Round.

The movie star with the platinum blonde hair
glides with elegant grace down crowded street,
clad in white mink-fur coat and silver crown,
and puts ripe apple from the Tree of Life
in open hand of each adoring fan
who chase her fame on his Merry-Go-Round.

Each man who wins the race for President
sits haughty at the Oval Office Desk,
and wears the Mask of God we give to him,
commissioned to guard well the Golden Bough,
then sacrifice him on the Cross of Christ
while we all ride on his Merry-Go-Round.

The Judge and the Jester on Pyramid
of national power play chess for my skull
to hear the arcane prophecies I spell
in manic riddles that calculate fear
till the Jester outwits the greedy Judge
so he must repair his Merry-Go-Round.

While Beowulf hangs out in the Cave of Plato,
discussing philosophy with Star Dragon,
Hamlet steals Excalibur from the Lake Queen
and battles Dracula for Crown of Jesus
but Robin Hood snatches it from my head
and makes us all ride his Merry-Go-Round.

Now Humpty Dumpty sits on Throne of Godin,
shouting obscene jokes at his worshippers
so Cinderella stabs him in the back
when he purloins the Apron of the Blacksmith
to checkmate him before he destroys Earth,
leaving us to ride his Merry-Go-Round.