Wine Carton Preaching

 

Where's my soapbox?
I feel like preaching!

I've got the madness
Of a thousand dreams
Painted against the walls of my skull
But when I roll my eyes back to hear their wisdom
All I see is the cobwebs in my cranium
It seems that crusty old hunchback of a gatekeeper
Has shut out the lights
Left my mind's petty thieves to run wild
Pillaging and plundering the worthless old trinkets
That my thoughts still offer!

FIRE!
FIRE!
LIGHT THE MATCHES AND INGITE YOUR SOULS!
GLOW LIKE JACK-O-LANTERNS ON CHRISTMAS MORNING
BRIGHT, JOLLY, AND ORANGE!
SING JINGLE BELLS WHILE THE EASTER BUNNY SERVES
LATKAS AND APPLESAUCE FOR THE CHILDREN OF THE CROSS!

Fetch me more wine boy
MY heart grows dry!
And my blood is trying to cleanse the poison off my lungs.
But wait!
The clock strikes once!
Twice!
TWELVE TIMES!
And my glass slippers are nothing but latex gloves slipped over my decrepit toes
Alas, the prince has become a pauper

And the King of Gold has turned to stone