Courtly Orangutans

Tomorrow is the seasonal ball
I propose costumes for you
And the honourable ministers to wear

Yes

All dress as orangutans
All your guests will run and scream
With their mouths agape
And try to hide
And you Sire will have last laugh
For such imperial cunning

I will reach, restore wrong
I will torture you
I will burn you
Dead

My prince
My prince
You light a fire .
Burn, monkeys
Burn