the jub jub bird trills its tune of forbidden delight
Suddenly snatched by desire’s ire claws in mid-flight
its heart heavy, belied by how its soul is light
O gloriously hideous Jabberwock
you walk the walk
& talk the talk
oh how tall you seem, with a big bad black suit
oh how well off you be, with a big shiny car to boot
but you deceive none but all that you keep in the shadow
and no matter how carefully your house of cards may grow
this is a tale that someday one & all shall come to know
the army of cards may still yet prove to you they be loyal
but on both sides of the glass, you are still an apparent evil
oh how then shall all know your masked attempts are feeble?
when the blackened roses you have painted white
they wither & gray, their facades faded & drained
when the lies, slackened, lose its tainted stripes
& slithers away, its barrage latent & stained
when the cards are then flipped
& it shows you’ve been playing with 6 aces
when your sure steps start to trip
& the world sees your other sinister faces
then shall come the trial
the queens & kings in denial
except of course
for the queen of hearts
& this humble jack of all trades
when all the mendacity are exposed & dead
& whats left is the jabberwock instead
its time to shout, “Off with his head!”
