Chitter chatter, footstep pattter, like
Robin reds fluttering through the hall.
Actual realities are no matter.
Zoo like behaviour of the herd
Yes miss.
No Miss. All.
Obvious to most, but a blinkered few, that she possessed a
Raging desire to climb the corporates steppe.
Elevate hersilf to a higher plain
Every word as drip-feed, rained down upon subjects.
Now and new, and thou will practice obeisance!
Religious zealots respecting the order from the corridors of clowns.
Every high has to fall on greeds sword
Indeed. While we welcome the new anointing and proclaim
Leave and take your sullen fingers, that wag no more at robins, take your crows too and
Leash your stair chasers to follow you.
You were once and then gone,
Forgotten by many and followed by some
Until the day of noteriety, again and again
Cacophony of certain continuous cackles
Keeping onlookers and pass masters aghast that it could have been
Yellow painted moons that did go unseen
Oblivion of obliviousness by the hackled few
Unlikely to ever see really.