My World:
It’s a world full of ironies
For the unimaginable always dawns
The next day
It’s a giant in captivity
In which world decision-makers
Upstage one another on the world stage
To stall in order to fudge
So there is guarantee for their success in the next election
But none of such triumphs for the next generation
The way of the political world
My World
It’s held hostage by a loon
Sir Backward
Sir Backward is from Backwardtown
Backward in all ways
For Sir Backward
Always does the unimaginable
For Sir Backward
Washes his dirty linens in public
Eats his meals when he’s asleep
Wears his hat upon his filthy feet
Even walks down the lane
Backwards wherever Sir Backward goes
And when Sir Backward
Chances to splash a smile
It’s a fully worn frown on that iron face
Yet,flipped and upside down Sir Backward
Still remains who he is
Still means what he says
“L’etat est moi”
My World
It’s a sickening one
For when I receive news about Sir Backward
It’s like having eaten a spicy pepper
That makes your mouth erupt lava
And thus makes your tender tongue melt
My World
It’s a lake of icy ice
And we all need
One great warm hand
To keep us warm and firm
My People and the World