How can one possess the sky
when parliament runs endless on?
The Blackbird in curule branches sit
and ruckus in a tree
Then out for recess they burst in sky
round-robin in the air
Then 40 zillion Blackbirds sit
like jurists in the chair
Then gavels banging all the while
came stalemate endless on
and nonsense came of all of it
and this they do all day
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