I thought about a perfect sweet,
A candied fruit (I took my pick)
And straightaway I couldn't eat
A bon-bon, as they make me sick.
I summoned up a future king,
And thought of outright loyalty:
And then – it was the strangest thing –
I loathed the thought of royalty.
I dreamed of screens throughout my house
And surfing on the internet:
When morning came, I shot my mouse.
My hard drive fills me with regret.
I praised the spirit and religion,
Worshipped at the nearby shrine,
And soon I hated any smidgen
Of what idiots think divine.
I pondered on the Coalition,
Heard my very deep hooray,
And yet – and this is my position –
The bastards vanished right away.