There is so little worth praise
when crowds begin their blather;
so much to miss in the haze
when hysteria starts to gather.
Hosanna and praise and blah, blah
blah goes the cheering masses
when an ass upon an ass raw
lumbers before throng of asses.
Instead of a warhorse he rides
instead of pride a game he plays,
mocking those prophet guides,
derisive in an amity maze.
Trod home to their small domain
all retreat after this parade,
nothing and all remains the same
and maintains the normal charade.
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