Bewilderment , USA
Pablo's in the 'stute , is he here by chance ?
Painting all the fruit , may I have this dance ?
"Michael's" in there too ,Doc is making rounds .
Spying on " One Flew ", switched to scrubs from gown .
"Kaces" ev'ry one , fueled by excess meds
Brains cooked quite well-done , music in his head .
Lisa's lost her toe ,Cha-Cha Mambo Waltz
Where ? nobody knows , bring the smelling salts !
Vincent's such a dear ,having done too much
He'll lend you an ear , this boy's out of touch !
Ratchet none can stand , keep him out of sight !
Cold of heart and hand , 'till we get him right !
What a motley crew , Ratchet cannot know
Who knows what to do ? she does not Mambo!
A sonnet at start , a recurring theme
Divided into parts , in this place of dreams
What forces that lurk , would Balladeer know?
In here do their work , or is it all show ?
Will mayhem rule all ? no offense is meant
Who answer to it's call , I question intent.
For meanings a-veiled , a most common thing
Abound in this jail , for those who'd be king
I mean institute , if one is to rule
A study in fruit , they must have the tools.
Odd "parings" in verse , perhaps Justin Thyme
What makes matters worse, would rule more benign .
They move things about , such is my belief
I smuggled this out , we can't all be Chief!