Mockingbirds Heard

Stop, look, observe and listen.
To the mockingbirds parroting words heard.
With a doing to repeat,
Looney tunes sung to sing...
Coming out from the cages,
Where baffled buffoon baboons...
Are daily visited by clowns.
Temporarily released.
From under an exclusive circus tent.
Trained and it taught them to teach,
By the master of ceremonies...
A guaranteed orchestration,
He alone composed.
To keep them and the paying patrons,
Deceived yet entertained.
Although all who witness,
Remain bolted to their seats.
As if...
Hypnotized without it to realize,
It is only for the notoriety...
The master of ceremonies is hoping to gain.
And noting more than that.
To watch them trapped by an act.
Rehearsed and practiced for decades.
With a frauding to corrupt,
Their minds and beliefs from the neck up.
As they leave to cheer the best performance...
Throughout many years to hear unchanged.
But are convinced a recruiting,
Of others to seduce.
Will spread the benefits of a fiction,
In the hope their deluding the truth...
Forever stays the way it is.
Faultless and blemish free.
To allow and refuse to see themselves,
As supporters endorsing...
One skilled to dupe, fool and trick,
A crowd of cheering people to believe...
This same composer,
Who orchestrated every bit of their nonsense.
Is also qualified to represent and provide,
The kind of leadership outside of the circus.
Inside the halls of law and order.
When not a law to follow or seen,
Has this maestro with expertise to destruct.
But capable to have people believe,
Those unseen behind the scenes...
Have known him to be an entertainer.
But one identified to be a bona-fide leader?
Not so much.
Whether inside or outside of the circus.

Yet...
Qualified he is miraculously.
To collect the bucks.
And keep butts entertained.
That's all folks.
Lower your high expectations!
With a doing of this done if possible.
To separate your minds,
From a successful blinding of fiction.
And stop following that yellow brick road.
To believe this orchestrated performance,
Will leave you left feasting a delivery...
Of an awaiting pot of gold.
To mirage and fiction the vision of it.

Only mockingbirds parroting,
Words to them heard.
From embattled and baffled
Buffoned baboons.
Also domesticated, trained.
And taught to teach to spread.
Can not be faulted or blame to accuse,
For lessons they have learned.
To have the people assume,
They have cause and reason...
To burn down the entire tent.
Without proof or complete evidence.
Achieved to receive it collected!