The Village of Fools

Welcome… to the dipshit district.
Population? You.
Check your brain at the gate.

The mayor’s got a plunger stuck right on his crown
The council debates which way the shit goes down
They’re building a tower straight into the mud
With a blueprint drawn in diarrhea blood

They scream "Progress!" while they chew the rope
They built a fucking guillotine… and lost the soap

Welcome to the village of fools!
Where the idiots make all the rules!
Syntactic tantrums, a spastic spree
A polka of panic in 13/8 time you see

"Sir, your house is on fire."
"Excellent, more light for my cornfield!"

The preacher sells miracles from a jar full of piss
The teacher says two plus two equals “whatever this is”
The doctor’s performing surgery with a rubber chicken bone
And the smartest man in town just ate a microphone

They spin clockwise… then spin the other way
Declaring it’s the same goddamn Wednesday every day

"Ladies and gentlemen, your leaders have just voted to drain the ocean to find the lost key to the pantry. Applause is mandatory. Failure to clap will result in being named ‘President of the Turnip.’"

Welcome to the village of fools!
Where the straitjacket is the height of fashion tools!
The world’s a daycare with a stolen gun
And the punchline’s coming but the joke’s already won!

Spinning!
Grinding!
Blinding!
FINDING
Nothing. Just the sound of a creaky swing set and a distant slide whistle.
“You never left.”