Act Eleven: Now That He Put It That Way, It's A Must Read! Poem by Nicholas Neato

Symmetrical somethings
Floating, centuries away
Centuries past
And rhythm passed today

At ease men
History's a let down
Burning it's victims in tragedy
The revolution's on
Oh, it's on

The fit, too unfit
Only the smartest walk unscathed

Red, virgin red
The blood that's coursing through these veins

Loyalty to royalty
To the crown
To the throne

Trademarked in a bargain bin
To which twice has been left
Left to the thrill of such moralization
Thrilled slightly to the left

You've been in a sleepless dance
Only sleeping by chance
Broken broken, fix fix
Left again, with the thoughts of it
Thoughts of taking time and chances

The truth is in your memory
In your memory

And remembering the scars
Of four finely tuned falls

Let me put it this way
It's like jumping seven stories four time
Knowing you'll still walk away