THE HEAD OF TAIL

The Head of state

The sense of state

Self-acclaim all knowing

Uneasy part of state

The heady part of state

The focus of state

The end of state

The EYE of state

That fails to see

The light of state

That fails to shine

That head may not be vexed

Except the rotund picture

Of his master’s measure

By the mouth of state

The MOUTH of state

The voice of Ale

And noise that’s stale

Rants while silence is golden

Mums while rapid raps embolden

That head may not be vexed

The long shut mouth

Emitting lethal stench

The EAR of state

The fear of state

Diseased of state

From every junk consume

And every one infect

That head may nod aright

It hears the head aright

But shuns the “BUSY-BODY”

The untiring Grumbletonia

The NOSE of state

The noose of sage

Familiar with stately stench

Abhorrence of RATLY odour

The RATS so neatly soiled

Rebellious Against The State

Inspite of bodily claim

That STARS are not rats

But Savers That Are Rebuffed

Should head be all a-lined

And body be so un-mind

Shall we be right to say

That HEAD is head of TAIL

Or THE END OF STATE