Royal Blue

These cannons standing at the ready
Greet the masses with sarcastic smiles
Well aware that they are simply relics
Of a time when life was more expensive.
They point off to the royal blue distance
From which we came a long, long way
To find this remarkable, righteous recluse
From our expendable, forgettable lives.
Because we live like addicts, hooked on vanity
Abusing our substance in public, in private
But we escape for two weeks every year
To remind ourselves what real life tastes like.

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