The Mad King

The Mad King

It is I, the Mad King
That oh so fickle thing
More fickle than luck
Or fate or chance
But I am they and they are me
And we are he or she or you!

Where was I?

Ah yes, it is I, the Mad king
The complex paradoxical thing
Beyond Good and Evil
Making general upheaval
My subjects are not quite with ‘it’
But that’s a mere information tit-bit
All can be mad
No need to be bad
Doesn’t always make you sad.

My home is the Tower of Rapture
And the Despair Dungeons
For I am Chaos and Order refined
Love, Hatred and all emotions defined
The higher purpose
The ‘general order’
The grater good
Some say a God
You may call me Dionysus
Or Sheogorath, or chaos
But I’m so much more
I’d tell you but it’s a bore.

I am the king
Bow down, throw down
Jump up turn around
Spin, spin around
Dance to my tune
Howl at the moon
A lovely Looney tune
King me, king me
Sing for me
Slay for me
Slave and save for me
You are at a whim
Mine or yours
Enjoy the free will
Liberated, inebriated?
Drunk on life
And away with the fairies
You’ll make a splash
Your Sanity is trash.
King me, King Me!

Checkmate.

Madness wins?