Irony In Poem by Sean Green

Wisdom dwells in irony
it matters not against decree
the fantasy is disabused
look to the child to see the truth
that their Lord is now undressed
heedless of the whispered jest
rally round the master's throne
still the masses take the field

at the sound of half-time's call
are assumed to be flawed
both the players and the game
the gridiron is soundly damned
then move the goalposts afterwards
when mere mortals become bored
these deities from above
perhaps the drama is not their own

when fair winds were observed
why the gods became such jerks
of existence that could explain
what should be is now the bane
of hope demanded before the grave
demanding space beside the grace
with a whisper or roar's decree
wisdom dwells in irony.

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