curtsey a dark tale

 
indigo curtsies say hello
little blue daisies on chipped china answer back
a bit off color are the quips

the rabid dog bit dollars he couldn't manage
he shit fifty cent pieces...mongrels
a socialist country understands this parable

a metaphor for the mind
unlock the puzzle
to rid yourself of the luna-ticks
sucking you dry

in the monastery there is one king...money
would be sexual favors done in quiet
but castrato fiends long for more power

not for a queen or lover