Do I discern the ferrous smell
of tragic irony
sixty second trivia
diminutive absurdity
whilst trying to convince us
an attempt is being made
to save the council 'time itself'
two play this grim charade
scholarly elect instructors of our progeny
prigs of moral bearing
(fastidious ontogeny)
arrogance and hubris
the clowns of erudite
expression and amusement
most every other Monday night
and do they actually believe
their words and comments matter
might they be sniffing mercury
both madder than a hatter
I now must end this bit of rhyme
my muse becoming bored
though first I render onto you
Emperor Nero's Sword
but finally one question
I pose if ere' I might
might it be they've 'gotten it'
(they don't appear that bright) !