the king of boredom

i sit upon my throne, take
up my cast iron crown, and
address my loyal subjects:

welcome, brothers and sisters,
dullards and good idiots,
welcome to the land of the
faceless whom blow muted fish
bone trumpets and wave blunted
butter-knife partisans
adorned by banners that bear
apathy's simple coat of
arms, greetings to the lazy
and unimaginative!
now please line up to receive
your ties, your boring old
nine to fives, and cotton chains
that you yourself shall tie to
thirty inch flat screen TVs,
mortgages and nagging wives.