Those assigned, To window dress. Are seldom prepared, Suspect or expect... For reality to face it.
Or, Can they explain... From a position that charades, Authority in-depth.
What it is they do. Besides... Just window dress.
Yet... Pressured they are, To effectively... Dance around the bush. Done. With a performance,
What it is they do.
That entertains. To less put strain, On vacant minds.
While those behind the scenes, Wine and dine. Privately. Although publicly. One sees. Who decides, Amongst themselves, To chose and pick... To be their next scapegoat. More appropriately dressed, Of course. And impressive enough, To pass the image test. Symbolizing.
'You know... There is a similar scene, Depicted in the Bible. Leviticus 16. As I recall. When there had been, This innocent goat. Picked by this dude, Named Aaron. To atone for the sins of others.'
I see. And what has that got to do, With anything... That is going now! Today?
'Some goats never know, How close they are... To being fired up! '
Thank you for making... No sense at all.
'Hey... You're welcome. No problem. I have been told, Doing that... Is my best attribute! '
Listen. Believe. And know not to doubt, Truth to hear it said.