When Rogues fall out.

story poem.

When rogues fall out.

 

The worthy Dr Guillotine

Perfected his killing machine.

Before the revolution.

Providing a solution.

 

To the problems of the state.

Which had become acute of late

Beheading aristocracy

Humanely and efficiently.

 

Madame la Farge won’t disagree.

She sits and cackles gleefully.

She’s not a forgiving soul.

She likes to watch as their heads roll.

 

Into the basket down below

Counting each one as they go.

She sits and knits contentedly

To see the aristocracy.

 

Meet the fate which they have earned.

The worm has well and truly turned.

The citizens have taken charge

Which seems to suit Madame la Farge.

 

But what she doesn’t understand

The men who rise to take command.

Will still oppress the peasantry

If anything more cruelly.

 

 

Than the aristocracy.

Almost unbelievably.

But in the end it’s proven true

They behave as tyrants do.

 

The poorest have to foot the bill

They always have and always will.

Rulers rarely give a damn

About the common working man.

 

I don’t blame Dr Guillotine

I am quite sure he did not mean.

The state to use his new machine

In quite the way that it has been.

 

Monday, 17 September 2012