ONCE UPON A LIFE
The palms began to sway, below the turret of the castle of my mind, to the beat of my internal iPod. Downstairs sailors drank until they had drunk the entire wine cellar. Across the vast waters the smiling face of an insincere queen radiated on an unsophisticated community. Two worlds were colliding but not tearing apart, though wells were running dry. Creeping stealthily the oligarch continues to hoard resources that could encourage the growth and development of the undernourished, an entire village. Cajoling and charming the benighted, the elevated one fastened onto all that could be had through erroneous lawmakers making and a darkness began to pall over those that have not as well as the self proclaimed monarch.