When The King Changes His Name

His annointing through pointing

Was not to be questioned and

No body mentioned that

He was fat.

And a slow turd.

Never was that ever heard cause

They were blinded by gold.

And those not beholding it

All took their shifts ’til

They worked round the clock.

And most of them thought

That working hard

Off the lard

For a shard of mirror.

What could be clearer?

So…

Say you can.

Take my hand.

Lead these sheep to the shearer.