conspirators of idiocy
smiling waves of hypocrisy
as the winding snares recoil
as the blinding stares boil
trapped in time too long
to understand the land
that wanders still beneath
the sculptors wounded hands
In jives of jest and lives unblessed
and wits unmatched in flagrancy
the lunatics have met their match
and tested wrath with stupidity
paying homage to the queen
to the starving soul of steam
set to play the stage again
set to play the mage again.