The Taunting Artist.

The Taunting Artist.

With his top hat on just right,

lifts his cup full on wassail high,

for all to see,

tucked in his pockets,

all kinds of ecstasies,

he laughs at all that try to take him down,

his endurance has no bounds,

tricks up his selves,

are what keeps him apart,

into a unfathomed barathrum,

is where they are headed,

he pours,

until his cup can hold no more,

then he pours more to show his contempt,

his voice grows louder,

as he sees his wit is misunderstood,

this artist taunts all,

those that are far

As well as near.

Those in high places,

those in the gutter,

this artist cares not,

knowing one day too,

he shall be in the ditch,

but for now he taunts all,

for today he is βασιλιάς .

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done