The Inkwell

#Fowc #Paramount

The head man sat at the top of the mountain

where the sky was bluest

and the clouds sat like fluffy sheep

under his feet

Occasionally, a minion

would deliver some goodies

for him to feast on

while he looked out into the blue

And people below

would look up at the top

and wait for response

from the top of the hill

one thing learned

from this paramount scramble

apart from – its not a pleasurely amble

and also its a terribly high drop

It’s lonely up here – he said – at the top.