Called The Hon Lizard Gizzard with aptness bearing fruit
from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit,
famous for avowals starting, Government Approved,
and in relation to
delivered deadpan monotone, eyes
a distant, washed-out hue quartered in a trance.
Never any chance of sparkling talk or winsome repartee
from he, to ask a simple question is to risk your liberty
or worse, boredom for a lifetime via cursed verbosity
that seldom ever answers what you asked. But beware
his eyes will take your measure for a funeral cask.
The attorney gives his counsel to averse augmentation in
acerbic caution shots across the bow or through the head.
He has said we should agree to Spooks calling the shots on who
gains and looses liberty, be comfortable with Foxes in command
of the hen house and agree to see it Lizards way.
Just let me say that when the screw is turned
it will most likely be on The Attorney General,
and not by you and me.
© I.D. Carswell
