Begonya Plaza-Rosenbluth
Alchemy Royale
I'm no barfly but given the chance,
Sure, I'll stop in,
To congregate,
Reveal myself,
With tall tales,
And intoxicated strangers feeling in a funk.
Barflies stop measuring words,
When intent on getting drunk,
Aloof to who can't tolerate,
Their extreme states,
Of unleashed mindless
Loves and hates.
But this time when the queen appeared on the screen,
In her coffin parading through a crowded scene,
All eyes on her were glued, quiet, and serene,
To which a black man sitting near me,
Sputtered, how obscene.
That was one wicked wretch,
He shouted pointing at the tv.
She's about to meet the almighty,
Unprotected by the flesh,
Will now view her malice less lightly.
The man was South African,
Holding truths in his mind,
Of a perilous history for his kind,
Who after suffering violent regiments,
Are now offhandedly denied,
By those same evil elements.
Dude, so what else is new?
Asked an inebriated woman,
Covered in tattoos.
Rulers need to rule,
And subjugate for revenue.
She shrilly argued.
Excuse my French,
But you not knowing England's pirate legacy,
Deserves a - fuck you.
Kenya was lynched, and rampaged,
To the bone,
All for her supreme glory
And deceitful throne.
Tattoo woman sipped her cheap wine,
While everyone wired to his story,
Muttered under their breath,
Man, I'm sorry.
Stirring my Jameson on the rocks,
He drinking his pint - spoke of death
For those who couldn't be forced,
To relinquish their tribal loyalties.
And internment camps with locks,
For those expelled from ancestral lands.
They think they're so refined.
Robbing us blind,
Of our treasures,
For their grotesque museums.
Ancestral sacred objects confined,
For frivolous pleasures.
And my own government,
Embroiled in duplicitous measures.
He was interrupted,
By the anchor who pronounced
With assertive sounds,
Queen Elizabeth the second's funeral
Will cost six billion pounds.
Later I read in Wikipedia
That the largest diamond
Belonging to India,
Sits on the crown of England,
Along with almost three-thousand,
Other stones and pearls.
Oh yes, human contact is a privilege,
When integrating at a bar in the East Village,
With spirits of fermented Alcohol,
And an alchemy of the heart,
Transforming our immortal soul.
I'm no barfly but given the chance,
Sure, I'll stop in,
To congregate,
Reveal myself,
With tall tales,
And intoxicated strangers feeling in a funk.
Barflies stop measuring words,
When intent on getting drunk,
Aloof to who can't tolerate,
Their extreme states,
Of unleashed mindless
Loves and hates.
But this time when the queen appeared on the screen,
In her coffin parading through a crowded scene,
All eyes on her were glued, quiet, and serene,
To which a black man sitting near me,
Sputtered, how obscene.
That was one wicked wretch,
He shouted pointing at the tv.
She's about to meet the almighty,
Unprotected by the flesh,
Will now view her malice less lightly.
The man was South African,
Holding truths in his mind,
Of a perilous history for his kind,
Who after suffering violent regiments,
Are now offhandedly denied,
By those same evil elements.
Dude, so what else is new?
Asked an inebriated woman,
Covered in tattoos.
Rulers need to rule,
And subjugate for revenue.
She shrilly argued.
Excuse my French,
But you not knowing England's pirate legacy,
Deserves a - fuck you.
Kenya was lynched, and rampaged,
To the bone,
All for her supreme glory
And deceitful throne.
Tattoo woman sipped her cheap wine,
While everyone wired to his story,
Muttered under their breath,
Man, I'm sorry.
Stirring my Jameson on the rocks,
He drinking his pint - spoke of death
For those who couldn't be forced,
To relinquish their tribal loyalties.
And internment camps with locks,
For those expelled from ancestral lands.
They think they're so refined.
Robbing us blind,
Of our treasures,
For their grotesque museums.
Ancestral sacred objects confined,
For frivolous pleasures.
And my own government,
Embroiled in duplicitous measures.
He was interrupted,
By the anchor who pronounced
With assertive sounds,
Queen Elizabeth the second's funeral
Will cost six billion pounds.
Later I read in Wikipedia
That the largest diamond
Belonging to India,
Sits on the crown of England,
Along with almost three-thousand,
Other stones and pearls.
Oh yes, human contact is a privilege,
When integrating at a bar in the East Village,
With spirits of fermented Alcohol,
And an alchemy of the heart,
Transforming our immortal soul.