THE BRIEF NOTHING REIGN OF KING SHIT, A Poem ~ R.M. Engelhardt

THE BRIEF NOTHING REIGN OF KING SHIT

The day
King Shit Of Nothingville
Rode into town

Followed by
His entourage of desperate clowns
& mediocre followers
Who were all conditioned
To applaud

At his own command

As he promised
Over the glamorous airwaves
Of social media

Something Even Better
Than Before

As the entertained crowds
Hanging all around like small minded
Creatures waited in anticipation …

For all the lurid scraps
Of his hate
His garbage
& his rage

Just waiting for him to
Take the stage
To lick his balls
And stroke his fragile ego
As he stood before
Them all saying:

I AM THE NEXT GREAT MESSIAH!
YOUR NEW FRIEND & LEADER!

BEHOLD!

As he said

(Smiling … with his usual shit eating grin)

Knowing that his soul
Was made of nothing

But more shit
& more lies
Turning friend against
Friend into foes

With a brief story
Here and a brief story
There about love & hope
Falsified with false words
Unverified without source
Or even a decent poem
Of revelry … Of declaration

Of truth
Or meaning

But only mocking words
His imagined enemies
With the gift of sarcasm
Aiming it at all those

Who saw him clearly
As the fat grifting pile –

Of shit
He was

That he could never fool

Even a bit

And then, one day
From the nowhere, the nobody
Of the unpopular crowd
A quiet old man
Stood up & brought forth
The light

And the truth

And he spread the word
About

The day that
King Shit Of Nothingville
Rode into town

With nothing at all
Demanding his crown

From all the others
Who worked hard
& had earned it through
Their blood, sweat & ideas
Tears & years of tragedy
Sorrow & faith

Promising A Promising
Time of renewal based
On bad jokes, booze & the
Degradation of all those
Who would not follow

Or
Who Refused
To
Comply

With his stories, more bullshit
And lies

For you see ?

King Shit of Nothingville
Was just that

The king of nothing
Spreading his false gospel
Around & promising another
Great show for the masses
Yet again tomorrow

Promising:
The magical
The impossible
The original

To the easily
Entertained

Just another unappealing
False product of a false soul

A beautiful rennisance
A new beginning

But in the end
All everyone got
Was just another walking talking
Bowl movement

Full of shit

Going nowhere

Fast

Trying to play
All the cards
In his own favor

~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023