214 - Chobu’uni’s Fall

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Chobu’uni’s
(Cho-boo-ooni’s)
Arrogance
Snared him: His
Throne was the desire
Chosen, but uninspired..

“I’m going to make it happen..”
The voice of a combatant..
The void of faith’s a bastard:
Enjoyment ain’t the daddy..

Effort’s gain is
Celebrated:
More’s perfect, no?
Then the pain is
Desperation:
More hurt to go..

Then the slain are
Venerated
For work that’s cold..
Never age if
Every day’s the
Lord’s perfect flow..

Chobu’uni’s
No one who we’d
Think a cat to call
So unique, he
Showed up drooling
Drinkin applesauce..

That’s to say
Born the way
He’d pass away:
More afraid..
Screamin as a helpless
Demon at his helpers..

Reason has him gelded
Freedom has it’s elders
Weakness has to bellow
Secrets: That it’s yellow..

Nothin new:
Just the proof
Everyone is chosen
Cuz if fools
Trust in you
Everyone is hopeless..

Later, as he grows a bit
At an age appropriate
A sword cursed, bestowed
From Lord Flo Per Go..

The sword wasn’t given
As a cursed knife
But birthright
Formed from a vision
Of earth, right
At first light..

Powered
By a flower
The seed of an idea:
“Bow, and
Find it out in
The secret of my kingdom..

Our
Time is now if
Achievement is for greeting..
Hour
Time is doubt if
A vehicle you’re fleeing..”

But Chobu’uni’s
No one’s tulip:
Boldly stupid
Showy, foolish:
Only dueling
Those he knew he’d
Show a few things:
So a fool thinks..

Lord Flo Per Go said
“My sword is a dream..”
Or Cho heard his own head:
“I’m Lord of the Rings!”

Holy hubris, haughty:
“I’m going to rule them all!”
Unfolding future folly:
Chobu’uni’s fall..

Arrogance preceded his
Imperial achievement of
Venereal diseases in
His burial ingredients..

F-ck yeah
F-cked, yeah:
Sword first.. bestowed..
“F-ck.. that?
F-ck that..”
Sword cursed to hold..

The moral is: Bestowed..
Bequeathed to the chosen..
The horror is below
The wreath of the boastful..

Chobu’uni’s pride
Was hopeless once desired
So for movie night
What’s chosen but uninspired?