Poem of the Week: Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises
September 23, 2023

Corned beef, lettuce, and tomato on rye bread with radish chips and milk—
Not a bad lunch from his human hosts, Ignatius thought, given his ilk,
But just as he savored his last bits of it…Ba-DAA! The afternoon horn blared,
And a guard arrived to lead him to the yard, warning him, “Be prepared,

For Sir Bruce expects his adventurers to be nothing less than the best:
The fleetest of foot, the strongest of sword arm—you can surely guess the rest.”
Ignatius nodded, then squared his shoulders and marched alongside the guard,
Noting that they were alone in the hallway as they headed for the courtyard.

How that could be he could only guess, but an educated guess he could make.
He kept his concern to himself, however, for fear of feeding his take
To the stone-faced, halberd-toting man treading staunchly by his side,
And eventually, out of the fort they came with nowhere for Ignatius to hide

From the stern countenances of the human trainees who happened to peer his way
As they otherwise stood at attention ‘neath the waning sun of the autumn day.
Out of curiosity, Ignatius peeked to see if he could spot Philip’s face,
And lo and behold, there he was, front and center with a big smile in place.

Before Ignatius could smile back, though, and join the others in line,
His guard led him to stand before the class while an officer clad in fine
Regalia paced back and forth before the others and announced, “As promised, class,
You shall learn about when the moment for long-distance combat comes to pass.

Now, Ignatius here has kindly volunteered to represent the common foe,
And in this exercise, you’re to knock him down with your arrows just so.”
Ignatius’s eyes widened as the instructor made his announcement plain
And realized at last Sir Bruce’s treachery so guileful and inhumane.

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed as he was, however, his wits stayed with him the while,
And just as the trainer commanded his students to “Ready…aim…fire!” with style,
Ignatius darted off with as much a flash as his short legs would allow him to,
And he dodged the arrows the humans fired at him, tumbling the whole time through

With an agility he never knew he had, rolling and somersaulting left and right
As he dodged one arrow right after another ‘til the trainees gave up their plight
And adhered to the officer’s words as he said, “So you see how difficult, class,
It can be to strike down these cunning bastards? Truly a pain in the ass!

Now, though, set your bows down and draw your swords and see how they fight
Up close and personal. Ready now!” Then, a ghastly shade of white
Did Ignatius’s face grow even before he could catch his breath
As the students drew their swords and charged forth to stab him to death—

All but one, Ignatius saw, for he caught sight of Philip hanging back,
Sighing with his sword drawn as his eyes filled with sad reluctance to attack.
That was, of course, ‘til the instructor smacked him on the back of his poor head
And sent him to sink his sword into Ignatius to render him dead.

Ignatius, meanwhile, had his hands full enough with the trainees who came
Upon him swiftly, their blades at the ready as his hide they aimed to maim.
One by one, they set upon him, slashing at him as deftly as they could,
But when he drew his own sword and countered their cuts, it did them no good,

For with firm resolution and confidence in his own blade’s hardiness,
He swung it just so to disarm each foe, then for being the cause of his distress,
He tripped each swordsman and swordswoman and made them all fall flat
On their faces and keisters to the very last with an almost comical splat.

Then came Philip with his half-hearted rush, sword raised high above his head
As he brought it down towards Ignatius’s own as if to cut him down dead.
Ignatius saw the trepidation, though, in his friend’s eyes as he attacked
And quickly sidestepped his rush and tripped him, sending him down upon his back.

He then boldly approached the instructor whose face was twisted with disgust,
Pointed his sword at the fuming lout and proclaimed, “Pardon me, but I must
Ask what the meaning of this whole mess is before I turn you in.
The instructor merely stood there and fumed. “Spare me, goblin. You’ll never win.

We’re all onto what you’re up to being here amongst humankind
When your own lot’s been raiding our merchants left and right, front and behind,
And your spying on us shan’t do you good, so give up your precious plight
And go tell your breed that you’ve failed them in your mission. Alright?”

Ignatius let his sword rest by his side. “Who says I’m spying
Or representing my people as you say I am rather than trying
To simply find a better way to earn for my family our keep
In this world where our breed’s been labeled villains and has long and deep

Received your people’s ire? Do you really distrust me that much
That you’ll make me a target for my fellow trainees to throttle and such?
What must I do to earn your trust and prove that I’m moving on
With my life as I’ve long known it? After all, every wrong

My fellow goblins and I’ve made against you I can’t alone undo.
Tell me, then, what task I must undertake to earn the trust of you.”
The instructor merely narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin thoughtfully,
Then sighed as he admitted, “Alas, only Sir Bruce with that can help ye.

Don’t expect him to go easy on you, though, for his distrust is more than mine,
And he’s sure to find the harshest mission for you so that your green behind
Is forever lost to humankind. Go on, now! See him if you dare.”
Ignatius then sheathed his sword and strolled away, though continued to stare

Suspiciously at the instructor, even as the guard who’d brought him out
To the courtyard in the first place led him away, his armored and stout
Body swaying to and fro as he pointed his halberd at his unwanted guest
And made him march back to the fortress to see what mission was best

For the skills he’d just put on display, fending for his life against a slew
Of humans eager to cut him down plus one clearly less willing to.
Speaking of Philip, all he could do then was look after Ignatius
And wonder what fate awaited him, feeling like an ignoramus

For obeying his instructor’s orders and raising his sword against a friend,
Hoping that his sheepish obedience their friendship didn’t end.
Feeling obligated to mend things, then, he rushed forward towards the fort
To see what he could do to patch things up, no matter the sort

Of task he had to undertake to amend for his betrayal,
All the while hearing the instructor’s voice call after him in a wail
And demand he return to finish his training, but the bard heeded not his call,
For he knew in his gut he was destined to help the goblin through it all.

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part I: Coming Home from the Raid

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master

*****

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master
July 2, 2023

The guards brought Ignatius and Phillip into the adventurers’ guild,
Long in hallway, limited in plush, and just as sturdy in build
On the inside as it was on the outside, brown stone walls and the like,
Yet the duo couldn’t drink it all in with their backs prodded by the guards’ pikes.

It took many twists and turns, too, before the duo at last arrived
At the guild master’s chambers, but once they did, the guards urged them inside
With a goading from their halberds, and soon the twosome came to face
A maroon-garbed man with a broad-brimmed hat shading his grizzled face

Bolting up from behind his grand oak desk upon seeing his two guests.
“What’s this?” he cried as he did so and brushed off his brown leather vest.
“Two schemers who claim they want to join,” said the one guard in sharp disgust,
“But as you can tell from the small one, we’ve reason to show them distrust.”

The guild master stepped out from behind his desk to take a closer look
At Phil and Ignatius as they stood by apprehensively like books
On a shelf, all rigid and gathering dust as the master read them up and down,
Then inquired, “Names?” before peering back at his guards with a concerned frown.

Phillip rattled his head and cleared his throat before answering, “I, good sir,
Am Phillip of Gracerock, minstrel by trade, and I mean to cause no stir
By bringing Ignatius here with me in my search for a quest.
In fact, I but learned just now that he’s a goblin, much to your men’s distress.

At the time, I but saw him as a fellow wanderer in search of a destiny,
And even now, unless we’ve all further proof, that is what he still is to me.
Kindly, then, grant us a chance to prove ourselves worthy of your establishment.”
“Young man,” asked the master, “have you no idea how many resources we’ve spent

In preventing goblin raids on merchant caravans rolling from one city to the next
Or how oft this city and its surrounding towns goblins continue to vex?
How do you know your companion here’s not scouting for his clan’s next assault,
Using someone with your heart to cover his tracks? Can you live with being at fault

For the next instance involving your own kind falling prey to goblin steel?”
“That’s the thing, Sir Bruce,” the other guard chirped. “Apparently, that’s not the deal.
Apparently, the goblin’s sworn that he’s fed up with his clan’s raiding ways
And wants to redeem himself via this guild to know more fruitful days.”

Sir Bruce turned back to Ignatius and inquired, “Little one, is that true?”
Ignatius stood as straight as he could and met his host’s gaze, piercing blue,
Then replied, “Yes, sir, and the tale I told your guards about me letting go
Of my days as a bandit is naught less than fact born from a tale of woe

Upon seeing many of my own comrades die trying to procure mundane goods
With which to support our own families and enrich our neighborhood.
I cannot undo what I and my kin have done in days past, but I can,
With your permission, be a credit to both our communities as a man

And improve my stature in this world ‘fore death has me move on to the next.”
Sir Bruce rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully as he considered the complex
Circumstances that led his short green visitor to arrive at his guild,
Then replied, “You certainly sound sincere enough in expressing your will.

Granted, the tensions between our people and yours have been so severe
That my other agents will be reluctant to accept your presence here.
That, and the missions we’ll send you on may be quite grave, rewards aside,
But if you’ve the mettle to undertake them, we’ll gladly have you on our side.”

Ignatius bowed gratefully. “Thank you, sir! I appreciate the opportunity.
How about Phillip, too?” Sir Bruce looked the bard over, then answered, “We’ll see.
I’ve no doubt your friend here would like to explore regions less documented so that
He’s history to record, but we’ll need the right team to help him accomplish that.

In the meantime, we’ve drilling exercises for you, should you be prepared,
And should we see that you stack up against the others, we’ll send you where
Your talents would be of the best use.” He then turned to the guards and said,
“Take our small friend here to the barracks and grant him a place to rest his head.

The guards gaped at each other before turning back to the master. “Really, Sir Bruce?
You’re giving this menace the benefit of a doubt ‘fore he surely cooks your goose?”
“Indeed, I am!” Sir Bruce retorted. “Now, no more arguing! Step to it
And see that—Ignatius, correct?—is accustomed as I see fit.

Send him to his chambers as per my instructions and, shortly after, some food,
For he and Phillip here have surely travelled far and are hence in the mood
For something with which to fill their stomachs, and I dare not let hunger strike
Those whom I have on my payroll. Then, when the moment is right,

Sound the horns for the afternoon exercises so that they two
Can train alongside their new comrades before the day is through.
We’ll find out what to do with them after that. Now, though, do as I say.”
‘Twas then with a reluctant sigh that the guards went on their way

With the unwanted Ignatius in their charge as they headed back down the halls
And, after a while, arrived at the barracks with their cold gray walls—
Cold, but not more so than the guards’ demeanor as they led him to
His room at the end of the hallway with multiple cots and cubbies into

Which he and other residents could stash whatever supplies they’d brought.
“Get some rest,” the one guard ordered as he ushered him in, “for though we ought
To have you thrown in the king’s dungeon just for being what you are,
Sir Bruce sees something in you and just might want to see you go far.

In the meantime, luch’ll come your way soon, and once you’ve filled your face,
You’ll hear the horn for the afternoon’s exercises blare ‘round the face.
Follow the sound to the courtyard, and we’ll be sure to intercept you
To introduce you to the other trainees and the exercises we’ll put you through.

Just you sit tight in the meanwhile and enjoy—if you can—your stay.”
The two guards then left Ignatius to reflect on what’d so far been his first day
Among humankind, and if he knew no better, he’d have said he was blessed
To have been tolerated as far as he’d been, though he knew ‘twas but his first test,

For only heavens knew what awaited him following the afternoon horn.
Would the exercises be as forgiving as what he’d gone through that morn,
Or was the worst yet to come for him and his luck about to run out?
There was but one way to learn the truth, he believed: Wait for it to come about.

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part I: Coming Home from the Raid

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises

*****

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild
June 21, 2023

Ignatius and Phillip soon arrived at the human city called Sanctuary,
And upon passing through the gates, Ignatius gaped at the extraordinary
Structures he saw towering high above his hooded, knobby head,
Made of smooth stone of the palest gray waving banners of blue and red.

High and pointy were these towers’ roofs, which pierced the sky like spears
While sounds of hustling and bustling around the goblin echoed in his ears
As humans of all shapes and sizes strolled and worked along the streets,
And as they did, Ignatius did what he could to remain discreet,

Pulling his hood tight around his face to shield it from prying eyes
While Phillip marched forth down the road, then turned to say, “Come along, guy!
These folks have their own lives to worry about. They’ll mind us not, I swear.
Besides, the guild’s not that far from here. Let’s worry about getting there.”

Ignatius picked up his pace, then, to follow the bard’s long strides,
But not without letting the sights around him cross right before his eyes:
Marketeers calling out to customers to buy what they had for sale;
Peasants tending to their daily chores, performing them without fail;

Children playing games with each other and even with animals;
City guards standing staunchly at their posts, scanning for bull—
None of whom seemed to notice him, much less wonder who he was
Or why he was there, hence his sigh of relief as he strode on through the buzz

And kept close to Phillip until they both arrived at another gate
With a brown-stone fortress tucked far behind it, its towers tall and straight
While a huge track of land surrounded it from every angle for miles
And the two halberd-toting guards at the gate greeted the duo sans smiles.

“Name and purpose!” the left guard barked, his eyes narrowing hard on Phil,
And upon hearing the man’s harsh voice, Ignatius could feel his will
Eject from his body as his skin prickled and his ears perk ‘neath his hood.
Phillip, in contrast, stood up straight and like only a bard could

Peered right back and announced, “I’m Phillip of Gracerock, minstrel by trade,
Here with my companion Ignatius to help history be made
By joining your guild and venturing forth wherever adventure may be
And learning what lies beyond these city walls. May your chief, then, we see?”

The right guard said nothing the whole while but instead fixed his gaze
On Ignatius, staring deep into his hood as if peering through some haze,
Then reached out swiftly with his free hand and, before Ignatius could act,
Peeled back the hood to reveal his face, which promptly took the guard aback

And, with widened eyes and his polearm pointing at the face he’d just unveiled
With its bulbous yellow eyes, bulging nose, fang-riddled mouth, and green skin pale
With fright upon having his hosts recognize him, but not did Ignatius run,
For even though he wanted to, his legs stood firm as he stood ‘neath Heaven’s sun,

Swallowed hard, and stared back up at the guards, the one with his arm still aimed at him
While the other cuffed Phillip on the shoulder and demanding, “What kind of sick whim
Gave you reason to bring a goblin within this city’s walls? Have you no idea, bard,
The problems we’ve been having with their kind recently, or have you hit your head hard?”

“Please, sir!” Phillip pleaded. “I’d only the vaguest notion of my companion’s race.”
“Please!” the guard retorted. “As if his stature alone doesn’t make him seem out of place?
Either you’re playing patsy to this snot-skin’s scheme, whatever it might happen to be,
Or you’re in on the plot with him. ‘Tis one or the other. Tell us, then, which one it might be.”

Ignatius shook his head fiercely to clear it of the fog his mind had entered in a blink,
Then addressed the left guard, “Let him go, sir. I’m he o’er whom you’re throwing a stink.
‘Tis true I was a bandit as of yesterday, but I’ve come to realize the hard way
That such a life can only grant spoils for so long and ultimately doesn’t pay.”

The right guard scoffed. “A likely story. How do you expect us to believe it?”
It was upon hearing such a question that Ignatius stood up straight as the matter saw fit,
Peered into the guard’s eyes with the raw determination that now flooded his heart,
And told the man, “Give me the chance to prove myself to the guild to start.

Let it be up to the board to determine if I’m worthy to join the guild’s ranks
And quest in its name on behalf of those who rely on it and offer it thanks.
Let me lend my skills to whatever mission they entrust me with afterwards,
And let my friend here join as well to carry on translating history into words.”

The guards regarded each other with suspicion, muttering to each other with dread.
Then, after a while, the right guard pulled his halberd away from Ignatius’s head.
“Alright,” he conceded. “We’ll take you to the guild master, but mark my words:
One wrong move from you, and you’ll both have your hearts stuck to the tips of swords.”

The guards then ushered Ignatius and Phillip inside the fort mighty and brown,
Keeping their halberds at their backs, should either of them have gotten flighty,
While the pair held their hands in the air to prove to their hosts their cooperation
And Ignatius specifically breathed deep with the hope of soon elevating his station.

All he had to do was prove his worth to the guild master one way or another,
And he was sure that—even if only begrudgingly—he’d become a brother
Within the guild and could earn a nobler, stabler living in the end.
All he needed was courage, faith, and determination to see his goal ‘round the bend.

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part I: Coming Home from the Raid

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises

*****

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part II: Ignatius’s Journey West
June 18, 2023

Ignatius lay on his cot that night too tired to think anymore
Of vicious caravan guardians armed and armored to the core
Hacking, bashing, sharpshooting, and blasting his comrades by the score
And sending them collapsing one by one to raid nevermore.

Instead, his brain emptied itself of the terrors he’d faced that day
And left him to sleep quite peacefully as if he’d died himself some way.
Next thing he knew, though, the scent of morning gruel graced his nose,
Seeping deep into his nostrils, and with one whiff, he arose,

His yellow eyes blinking madly as he let out a yawn and stretched,
Then donned his clothes and headed up the stairwell to see what next
His wife had waiting for him to help purge him of his woe,
And as she heard him ascend, Oliva beamed upon him just so

And presented to him a bowl of mushroom gruel, thick, bubbly, and rich,
So earthy in scent, it made Ignatius’s nose happily twitch.
Then, with a smile, he took the dish from his wife and said, “Thank you,
My dear. This just might be the breakfast I need to see my day through.”

“You deserve, it, sweetheart, after yesterday,” his wife replied carefully.
She then filled her own bowl and joined him at the table merrily—
Or at least as such considering the events from the day before—
And ate with him their gruel quietly, savoring the taste it had in store.

Then, after a while, Ignatius pounded the table, spoon in hand,
And announced, “I’ve made up my mind! Hook or by crook, I’ll join a band
Of adventurers and earn my way into polite society.”
Oliva smiled. “Good for you, dear, but just where can such a guild be

That will take in a goblin like you after all that’s gone on between us
And humans? After all, after yesterday, there’s sure to be a fuss
With you simply showing your face within human city limits post-raid.”
Ignatius sighed deeply at his wife’s point, for ‘twas a wise one she’d made.

“I think I’ve an outfit in my closet that I can use as a disguise—
Not the keenest, I fear, but it should be enough to hide me from prying eyes
‘Til I arrive at the adventurer’s guild in that human city to the west.
After that, once I arrive at the guild, I’ll just have to do my best

To convince the humans in attendance that I’m worthy of their ranks.”
Oliva sighed herself. “Beware, though, Ignatius, for no thanks
To your captain’s botched raid yesterday, you’ll be quite a suspicious a sight—
Especially by yourself, so keep your profile low, alright?”

Ignatius promised he would, then gulped down the last of his meal
And thanked his wife for the scrumptious gruel before his fate he’d seal,
Then kissed her cheek before packing his things for the journey ahead
In the hope that a new way of life for him would be more than just in his head.

*****

Well, the journey was long as Ignatius set out on it in his cloak and hood
With a pack of gear on his back and a staff made of strong dark wood
In his hand helping him to shuffle towards the human city to the west
Surprisingly without incident ‘til he met a man with a green vest,

Brown leather breeches, and a bright blue cap strumming his lute aside the way
‘Til he eyed Ignatius trudging on past and called out, “Ho, stranger! I say,
Can you spare a copper for a quick song so that I can buy a meal in town?
I’d feed myself, but I’m out of trail rations, and ‘tis too late for me to turn ‘round

And buy more from the village whence I was last.” Such a yarn gave Ignatius pause
And, against his better judgment, turn and mull over the bard’s cause.
“I’m sorry,” he answered, hood still on his head, “but I, too, am a poor man
And am on my way to seek a better life while I still walk this land.”

“Hold on, kind sir,” the bar cried out before Ignatius could walk away.
“I’m not ‘poor,’ but merely short on funds and am, too, making my way
To seek more than what I have now. In fact, there’s an adventurer’s guild in town
‘Round the bend of this road where I hope to join a band of heroes renown

And ‘long their side learn more of this world so that I can record it well
So that fellow scribes and sages to younger generations shall have tales to tell
Of the events that have shaped the world we know, of the places we yet know not,
And perhaps even how we can make it all better ‘fore in the ground we all rot.”

Ignatius considered the bard’s words, then slipped off his pack and reached in it
A sandwich he’d happened to bring with him made of muskrat, onion, and spinach,
Which he handed to the minstrel earnestly, saying, “Here. Your belly this should fill.
Then, once you’ve eaten, to the guild we go where fortune we’ll both get our fill.”

The bard took the sandwich Ignatius gave him and sniffed it tentatively,
Then shrugged his shoulders and bit into it, chewing slowly, and then with glee
Swallowed, smiled, and said, “You know what? This sandwich isn’t too bad—
A bit punchy and earthy for most folks’ taste, but far from the worst I’ve had.”

He then pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, wiped his mouth gingerly,
And added, “By the way, the name’s Phillip of Gracerock. A pleasure to meet thee.”
Ignatius shook the bard’s hand. “My name’s Ignatius. The pleasure’s all mine.”
“Ignatius! Clever name,” Phillip remarked. “By the way, that hood of thine…”

I see it conceals your whole face. What ails you? ‘Tis quite warm for this time of year.
You’re not that cold, are you?” Instinctively, too, Ignatius reached up in fear,
Yet left his hood on after a moment of thinking, then at last replied, “No.
I’ve a condition I’d rather keep to myself. Anyway…city ho! Shall we go?”

Phillip nodded and led the way down the road with Ignatius right by his side,
Strumming the whole while on his lute and humming with hope and pride—
No doubt with visions of fortune and grandeur dancing inside his mind—
While Ignatius simply looked forward to leaving his raiding days behind.

Granted, there was no guarantee that the guild would accept his kind,
Lest perchance he were to prove himself strong of arm, swift of foot, keen of mind,
And determined to serve the greater good. Therefore, himself he promised
To take on whatever test the guild master would put before him and best

It with flying colors, for talent alone he was sure would prove his worth,
Regardless if the guild discovered the truth about him…such a curse!
Ah, but at any rate, he’d yet to arrive at where his adventure would start,
So keeping a clear mind he agreed to do as well as a hopeful heart.

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part I: Coming Home from the Raid

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part III: Arrival at the Adventurers’ Guild

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part IV: Ignatius Meets the Guild Master

Ignatius the Fed-Up Goblin part V: Afternoon Exercises

*****

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Poem of the Week: The World Never Stays the Same

The World Never Stays the Same
March 29, 2023

The world never stays the same,
And yes, change can cause much pain
When you don’t understand
The changes at hand
Around you and you feel your life wane,

Thinking back to what you once knew
And everything you’d been through,
From your birth to the present,
Making you further resent
What’s come seemingly out of the blue.

You miss all the tales you’ve been told—
Stories that, to you, never got old—
And taught you the values
You still apply to
The life you still know, mild or bold.

You miss all your favorite sounds
That no longer seem to be around—
That have faded away
While the radio now plays
Naught but dreck pounding ‘pon your ear drums.

You miss, too, all the glorious sights
You used to see each day and night
That filled you with joy,
Awe, and wonder, but boy,
Did those sights suddenly say “Good night!”

When the world turned upside down,
And, oh, if you’d just been around
To put a stop to
Whatever schlock you
Now detest from coming to town!

Now the morals you once lived by
Have up and gone, saying “Bye-bye!”
And in their place…
Oh! Such shameless disgrace!
It’s enough to make grown folks cry.

Blatant disrespect in broad daylight
To “those unlike me” left and right,
Flagrant stupidity
Fed to you and me
From those on top day and night,

Bald-faced lies and deceit in the air
Tossed about with little to no care,
And all the wholesomeness
You once knew more or less
Left tattered and torn beyond repair.

Such heedless, mindless, heartless noise
From self-indulgent girls and boys
Taking this and that,
Mashing it into scat
For their kind alone to enjoy!

Then again, so it all seems,
For beyond all this filth still gleams
A small spark of hope
For all like us who mope
In the wake of the bêtise that screams—

Not just hope, either, for what might come
To save us from growing further numb,
But hope, too, that there might
Be right now something bright
To save us from all that’s crude and dumb.

It’s the hope that someday once more,
What with what good we’ve yet in store,
We can bring about a new
Age to see us through
And not be with which nearly a chore

To deal as this one’s proven to be
For sane folks like you and me.
Focus, though, we must
On what’s pure and just
To help us through the anarchy

And let it fuel our vision true
As we plan for me and you
And anyone else
Who feels stuck on a shelf
In this age of nonsense through and through,

For though change happens no matter what
Daily, things can still end up in a rut
When not guided by
Someone with a keen eye,
Ear, and mind for a future sans smut,

Meaning that if one wants things done right
On any given day or night,
One must take control
With all one’s heart and soul
Of things to see one’s dreams take flight

And a reality emerge
Where idiocy’s at last purged
And good values once more
Are readily in store
And good taste be on the verge

Of taking the mainstream scene back
From the selfish, immature hacks
So that all can enjoy
Tales, sounds, and sights. Boy,
What a time to live in! Right, jack?

Therefore, if you’ve had enough
Of a world that’s not up to snuff
And has changed for the worse,
Then strive to shift the curse,
Agree that enough is enough,

And you your part to instrument
Change of a more benevolent bent,
Fr evil can only win
If good doesn’t begin
To see that its time is spent

In changing things for the better
Under any given kind of weather.
Stand up, then, and unite
So that one day, we might
See goodness for all fly unfettered.

*****

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