Fools Parade Poem by Madrason .

Fools Parade

Isn't it rather jolly
a bully ruling
the flocks through folly
isn't it rather sick
a liar making truth s(t) ick
the Gods of the earth
(inheriting dirt)
eating gold as desert
isn't it rather fine
the masses back in line
for the charade
of a charming fools Parade!

Sunday, October 11, 2026
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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