Gibberish

Sick of Sycophants and  Sycamore trees;
tired from slivering slander slingers...
What the thumb of majority decrees;
is the right and wrong of Pedigree -
one mans Gout is other mans goat - singers
harrowing over the black horses bringers;
for they don't like the king to set them free...

Sick of stickmen on march and marionettes encore;
tired from arlequines despair and faked tears...
The sea was engulfed into a stomache so sore;
it shed some crocodiles and was grievously bored...
Challenge was not accepted and the summit had fears,
that they should cut the losses and shift some gears...
But what happened next was classified from the lore!

Sick of madness ensalting hangmans jokes;
tired from stood up comedians falling through the ceiling!
Coup d'état takes rounds some poker-faces get broke;
pork was sold as beef - my prescriptions replaced by Coke...
Some onions had an opinion over a knight unveiling
the statue of liberty redesigned as genderless gathering
for that would fend better for justice kept on a short yoke...

Sick of tyranny against traditions and calling it future;
tired from looping back in time to vindicate our enemies...
Where comes this: "We wouldn't have crucified culture;
added decadence while subtracting avant-garde for sure -
we would've done better!" While being the ones who obituaries
wrote on the tombs of fallen heroes and cleansed sanitary
any villain who might have been romantic enough for nurture...