New Empire Of The Free

New Empire Of The Free
© Surazeus
2026 05 01

Now that I dwell on Fractured Rainbow Lane 
far from the center of commercial gain, 
I spend all day contemplating design 
for excavating concepts from deep mine 
that sprout soul-beaming mushrooms in my brain 
before Saturnus is forced to resign. 

Stuck in Quail Hollow with Alphabet Wolf, 
I dream of my childhood with Beowulf 
who taught me how to soften wood with steam 
to build ships for his dragon-hunting team, 
then we sail on vacation to Zar Gulf 
to search for hungry shark of self-esteem. 

Each time she calls me on the telephone, 
Minerva asks to use my Rolling Stone 
to smash false idol of the tyrant king 
who arrests anyone who dares to sing, 
but when she decides to hire my Soul Clone 
I hide through Invisibility Ring. 

Appalled by interrogation techniques, 
librarians employ to extract from freaks 
misattributed morals of strange tales, 
I map tangled webs of religious trails 
that always lead me up to sky-bright peaks 
which might explain why Cronus always fails. 

Entranced by uncanny tune of the skylark 
that echoes hypnotic tones in the ark, 
I develop with care time-honored ruse 
to protect integrity of my wise Muse 
who fries burgers for picnic in the park 
while Artemis presents the evening news. 

Inspired by noble stance that Remus takes 
allowing everyone to fish hill lakes, 
I follow him to oppose Romulus 
who chains and forces honest Sisyphus 
to build Temple of Jupiter with rakes 
who will only obey brave Tantalus. 

Spirit of Roma still shines in my heart 
ages after her empire fell apart, 
so I build temple home on river shore 
to shelter my family forever more, 
yet they sell apples from the four-wheeled cart 
while I play lyre and sing forgotten lore. 

Our noble way of life has disappeared 
just like my father Tiresias feared, 
so we journey west across the wild sea 
to establish new empire of the free, 
but our old world view keeps getting more weird 
so I hang out in sprawling Knowledge Tree.