.Judi's Original Version.
The rich and the fancy dressed up for a ball;
The peasants and poor feast in the hall.
Dances and laughter;
Repulsive banter.
Hors d'oeuvres overhead, served by trays;
Daily scrap spread, shared by frays.
Status and stratus of grand desire;
'Lores and stories all 'round the fire.
Thrones and bones show formal respect;
Bars and stars allow the mind to forget.
Coat tails and entrails
falling in an unusual way.
And my, how the tales!
Left behind from the day.
.Mitch's Latter Version.
Coat tails and entrails,
What slithery beasts they be.
Gutted, open, splayed and flayed
And swave with dignity.
The high and mighty are down below
They dance and sing and sway
Ignoring the plebes, the fools and ghouls
And the bloddy games they play.
The carrion flock to the dead on the ground,
As they scheme and think and wink.
The walking corpse in satin and silk
Who cannot smell his stink.
He does not know his own design,
His fat and fleshy meat,
He thinks himself the ruling class,
The power's beneath his feet.
The dead and dying are glory's own,
Those self proclaimed Marquis,
Who are but Coat tails drapped on entrails.
Oh what a fitting beast to be.
