Revenge And Good Time

I had nothing to do with revenge,
The entire France began with numerals
Counting the costs of revenge,
For enough force had evolved
Through the ages.
I had been in Hell. Playing instruments
Of sound through the ratings,
Those benevolent lovely questions
Kept coming.

I had nothing to do with good time,
Playing a trumpet lost me appeal,
So that the French could equip
Their heads with the revenge
For an innocent man,
King of all innocents.

I fancied living for the chances and months ago,
Reflecting my memories of Jaundice
And the real diseases of the painful kind.