A Merry Dance

A poem from 2017

Listen to me perform it on YouTube...

I danced in the morning when the world was begun

But it wasn't my own tune I danced to

I was fine with that at first but as time went on it became irksome

I was eaten up inside and kind of died

Dance with me

Little lady, you are so sweet and sickly innocent standing there

In the world without a care

You have no idea what you're letting yourself in for

That old tyrant, has he denied oo ev’ryfing?

Nasty, nasty! Jealousy monster!

He doesn't like you, you know

He has the knowledge and wants to keep it for himself

Yes, he may act like he cares but he's selfish

You should know there's a big difference between what he says and what he means

It's no coincidence

He's cunning, using weasel words to disarm and confuse you

Go on, take a bite

What harm could it possibly do?

And so it began

My dominance of the whole earth with a fruity taste

If only I could still dance but it's hard when you have no legs

I'm good with words

And manipulation is my speciality

I suppose it's not ideal to have people not believe in me

I want to be worshipped really

But that's a price I'll pay for now

I crave adulation and am a good Piper

Moving around incognito does have its advantages though

I never lost the art of casting doubt

When you can't actually create anything you have you resort to subversion

But that's easy because people will believe pretty much anything I tell them

Always did, always will

I'm great at infiltration

I can slither into enemy territory and find enough dupes who'll believe everything he told them was actually misinterpreted or not what he intended to say or outdated or he changed his mind

It's almost too easy I get a bit bored at times

But this won't last much longer

Time is short and victory is within my grasp