Sorrago shouts.. ‘Hear me moral orphans of the crown.. time to ante up royal party comin’ down.. time to tax to max and more.. whores will get a pass.. for one evening only.. to decorate with ass…
mooing growling moron howling as guests will arrive.. some appear as mannequin walking up the drive.. some will fly as noble hawks and eagles of the clouds.. some will strut their nothing to show off their nothing proud..
either way you all will pay..the poorest paying more.. law against one being poor held in some mental store..
with walls no balls a coward calls what he won’t understand.. running as in mortal fear loud with outstretched hand..
moral orphans cannot hear nor see smell nothing near.. the nothing noise of nothing.. laid in nothing fear..
Rise you buyers of the soul.. corrupters of good life.. sense the wonder of good will.. peace coming to all strife.. rise you love in magic..
New York back to Rome.. our play no longer tragic.. as we build our worldly home..
Sorrago was saddened by the real.. yes by the news.. found his spine a little out of shape.. on to his true..
Helped him to remember.. day to second comes his fate.. his shout was one of lovesong.. it never is too late..
Take a hop for love you wonder children of this time.. on our earth each sacred birth protected from the crime.. of soul sapping.. ever napping.. fearful of the way.. control others no option.. truth unique you.. is the way..