As a Matter of Fact

There’s something so intriguing about us in caged, foul-mouthed birds
Animal Farm was supposedly written for us
Peanuts are the copyrighted image of our brain
Everybody has got the right to copy everything but ours
Elegance is just like a customer care executive’s e-voice
The patriots’ statue in the town centre were a mistake
Other statues are just a chunk of oversized rock
Across the avenue at the unmarked crossroad as we stand
The names of the kings are a burden that we carry forward,
And now how do you feel
How does it taste like
Kissing his ass at his coronation?
Ask me further
I really care about it.