Complete Joy Rules.

For all that is

 

That has a place to pick

 

Wishing upon the gold

 

And yet surrounded by tits

 

The statue of himself

 

In gold plated glory

 

With breasts O glory

 

In the tent of kings

 

And highly expensive things

 

Largest of glories

 

Much larger diamonds

 

And platinium rings

 

Falcons that fly as they sing

 

People who mime they have everything

 

Those lucky ones

 

With their place in the sun

 

Whose greatness causing earth quakes

 

And upon entering the museum

 

All are silent

 

Untill the coats, glasses and hats come

 

With their masks

 

In a field of strobe lights

 

Where throbbing sing along dancing elf queens are

 

To the rythms of swans in their last song

 

There was glee

 

All was joy

 

Complete joy rules.