Standing On My Head Poetry

Let me tell you a story, if I may?
I woke up from a nightmare the other day

I was in a world not unlike our own
Where people were slaves to the beast they have grown

It really happened a long time ago
When simple farmer named Joe Blow

Invented a method to trade his crops
For something he wanted from other folks

He'd rather raise and tend his swine
Then selling and bartering and wasting his time

So, he asked his neighbor Jeremiah Contrizzi
To help him out while he was busy

To sell the crops,
To buy livestock’s

Negotiate the best price
And also help him with sound advice

Joe Blow was happy drinking brandy
His children were happy eating candy

Jeremiah Contrizzi did wonderful job
Charging twice and skimming the top

And Mr.Contrizzi was not very busy
He found that job to be light and easy

So, he went ahead and searched around
A lot of willing farmers he found

He made them offers they couldn't refuse
He was so good with words and with booze

To put to work the entire nation
He dreamt about the corporation

He brought his numerous relatives
To manage farmers cooperatives

With little money soldiers he hired
And called himself King Jeremiah

The courts he established to prove to all
That he can collect and farmers should toll

Farmers loved him and called him Sire
He gave them booze that they desired

He built roads to improve transportation
Established police to protect his nation

From the elements who disagreed
With his ruling style or the latest decree

As fates would have it the first man to go
Was a little farmer named Joseph Blow

He smeared the king in his swine’s feces
And was brutally murdered by the loyal police

I was disgusted and I was sad
When I woke up in my own bed

I thought to myself let God be blessed
We have nothing here of King Jeremiah's mess.

(03-17-09)