The Impotence Of Titles
What grants a title some special authority;
giving one power, over another;
It’s a form of basing all life on seniority;
like being one’s older brother.
Who is the judge, making the decision;
assigning order; good, better, best?
My place in life’s hierarchy needs revison;
what makes one; better than the rest?
Titles actually mean nothing in eternity;
they’re a glorified banner of impotence;
many are granted by an act of maternity;
all; are the kings of insignificance.
Most titles are worthless; silly old rules;
in reality, those titles mean nothing;
observance of such; is the province of fools;
feigned superiority; is just turkey stuffing.
Many are those who lack good breeding;
treated as sheep from inferior stock;
but society’s ne’er-do-wells keep succeeding;
the folly of a hierarchy must stop.
Each can become a child of the King;
looking down from His throne above;
it’s the only title that means anything;
being born a child of Love.
How does one speak to his betters with authority;
what ever gives him that right?
Speaking out, to the king, takes more than seniority;
he must, at least be a knight!
Speaking to earth’s king, I say, “Make my day!”
Tho insulting a king, can make me a dead man.
But, my title tells everyone: “Get out of my way.
I’m known as Sir Cardboard Breadman.
Monty 12/6/22. # 1,370