The Art King

Ludwig II of Bavaria looks at all
the government offices and sees
the lack of inspiration they give
They have the bells of the jester
rusted out by too many years
of filing and phone calls
In one clap out come all the
frescos of his imagination
whipped up like a fresh
desert, the classic
walnut covered streussel

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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