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I pick out my Emperor, and pick on the Pope!: A poem

Would the dog lick its wounds, when barking at the Fool’s pride?

Before he felt Moon-blood tugging at the screeching, screaming tide!

Were the Charites, the three graces, Zeus offered Hera, his bride?

Will the cat be compliant if the cow jumps over, one fine night?

Did Zeus primogeniture from Ouranos all his Kings and Queens, far and wide!

Has the hierophant seen the card against the strike of midnight?

I want my King and Emperor to know, I bless him with power and might!

He wears a cloak and dagger, yes(!), please be my chosen, even if we are jester and clown!

Let’s prove (to them) our mettle, painting each town red, green, yellow, blue, or brown!

Why does Humpty sit on the mediocre yet telling wall?

Did they conjecture on which side would he fall; his writing be undeciphered scrawl?

Who has the scales (pun intended), the Mesopotamia doesn’t have sharks or whales?

Was Alalu before Anu? Is it, to heretic or infidel, only fun and games?

Even lions have their numbers; and it is just not only therefore,

Did I turn the blackbirds for my King, an American pie, full four score?

Oh! how Humpty (Jack) fell, from the false bankrupt King, back then, and his (Philip’s) fair hair?!

His Knights burnt too…Ask Papa Clement (V) or UnLeo, if Rex Italae has a heir?!

But I am only a Joker (fool), my countless lives have been too difficult and tough!

Untill I unsheathe my Judgement Card, and have all those villains handcuffed!