Indignation About Your Body Politic

Empires dissolve as loyalties turn,

kingdoms reduced to drab and joyless,

the vague and soulless

filling any vacant throne.

It may be a shock,

but theres a well-hidden pitfall

that always follows the same pattern,

that of the premeditated snub

after the mold breaks.

It remakes with a changed shape,

and you feel the rebuff

when you are no longer the newest,

the best, the most desired,

when there’s an utter failure 

of your kinsmen to crown you.

All your psychological mumblings lack complexity;

they only suggest revolting comparisons,

from the cheap and ordinary to what’s producing the most appeal.

You feel your lofty ambitions surpass the ordinary,

but they only provide dogmatic aggravation

to those with whom you are in contact.     

You, standing alone, now a mere foolish ornament.

I hope when we meet again

you will have found a happy way forward.