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How awkward!
After his triumphant last elections,
he was found deteriorating physically,
and his closest friends and kin were worried,
asking him to be examined,
but the doctors could not find the fault,
but finally an expert in South Africa
resolved the mystery and diagnosed him
with a new disease that was incurable
of an immunity disorder syndrome.
Yes, he had been rather active sexually,
his wife had twice tried to divorce him,
but the situation now was critical
for a prime minister and head of his own party
that had been in power for most of the century
in a firm establishment that could not tolerate a scandal
that would ruin both the party and establishment.
So something had to be arranged.
What did they do?
They had to their disposal all the national resources,
the police force, the security and money to pay any silence,
so they made of him a martyr for the party,
faking an assassination in the middle of the city
when he and his wife went home after a cinema.
And all the king's men kept their silence
for the sake of the establishment,
the leading officer of the investigation
was himself a homosexual,
leading the tremendous bluff,
deceiving all the country,
that was shocked at the atrocious death
of such a perfect and ideal prime minister,
who only had been whisked away
to spend his long pathetic awkward death
in splendid and protected isolation
comfortably in one of the fourteen castles
of the Rothschilds far away in France.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2019-04-29 at 00:03
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The prime minister
How awkward!
After his triumphant last elections,
he was found deteriorating physically,
and his closest friends and kin were worried,
asking him to be examined,
but the doctors could not find the fault,
but finally an expert in South Africa
resolved the mystery and diagnosed him
with a new disease that was incurable
of an immunity disorder syndrome.
Yes, he had been rather active sexually,
his wife had twice tried to divorce him,
but the situation now was critical
for a prime minister and head of his own party
that had been in power for most of the century
in a firm establishment that could not tolerate a scandal
that would ruin both the party and establishment.
So something had to be arranged.
What did they do?
They had to their disposal all the national resources,
the police force, the security and money to pay any silence,
so they made of him a martyr for the party,
faking an assassination in the middle of the city
when he and his wife went home after a cinema.
And all the king's men kept their silence
for the sake of the establishment,
the leading officer of the investigation
was himself a homosexual,
leading the tremendous bluff,
deceiving all the country,
that was shocked at the atrocious death
of such a perfect and ideal prime minister,
who only had been whisked away
to spend his long pathetic awkward death
in splendid and protected isolation
comfortably in one of the fourteen castles
of the Rothschilds far away in France.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 728 times
Written on 2019-04-29 at 00:03
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