Stupidus The Clown © Surazeus 2024 06 04 I might disappear in the morning rain while walking through the forest of dead gods to play lyre and recite heroic tales in bright-lit feasting hall of the rich lord who gives loaves of bread to those who create hymns that praise the noble deeds he performs. Faceless mask on the television screen reveals the secret soul I try to hide while shielding my heart from arrows of hate hurled by harsh critics jealous of my skill when the playful dog of the curious girl pulls back curtain where I play puppeteer. While wearing mask of Stupidus the Clown, I stand before the brightly painted door and cry out to blithe people passing by prophecies about how all empires fall, so come inside Theater of the Absurd and watch our play of Zathamar the Weird. When lights on the ceiling and walls are dimmed flushed faces of the wealthy gaze with hope to watch performers wearing masks of gods perform the tale of how our nation-state blooms from wild woods of opportunity which justifies our right to rule this land. Then after all the clowns have pranced and sang with joyful bawdiness for fruitful love, from swirling curtain of solemnity steps Naevius with Campanian arrogance who chants, while Mercurius strums his lyre, epic poem that records the Punic War. With graceful rhythm of Saturnian verse, sung by the Fauns and Seers of ancient times who dwelled with Muses in the lofty crags, bold Naevius recounts how Roman warriors fought and defeated Carthaginian thieves to rule wine-dark waves of Middle-Earth Sea. Long after Roma and Britannia ruled empire they expanded around the globe, Zarathia now rules both sea and sky with aircraft carriers that launch warplanes to enforce Liberty with rule of law through our republican democracy. While sons of Jesus through Meroveus wield Scepter of Zambor in the White House, Stupidus the Clown hides in mountain cave to write prophecies on frail autumn leaves that blow away in hurricane of greed so I disappear in the morning rain.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus renames America as Zarathia for the weird wizard who wanders city streets of the world empire.
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