Love Them.
Even If I Never Say It Directly.
The Old Arts.
Irony.
Hyperbole.
Quadruple Entendres,
At minimum.
Hypocrisy –
To Play Jester;
Directly At Power.
Only last bastion of truth,
Hidden in laughter.
Gunbarrels.
Foreheads.
First hearty.
Then forced.
Stale.
Finally monotone,
Deranged,
Repetitive.
The Old Arts.
