Philosophytale - A philosophic sort-of fairy-tale poem

Written in school, especially during boring English classes, in 4 sessions total for 2 weeks. It has got 92 lines. I didn't follow the word order, because of rhymes, but since Yodaspeak is quite popular, I think it's fine to disobey that when writing poems. It started as a fairy tale parody, but turned into another philosophical thing, like The Night of Philosophy.


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 P H I L O S O P H Y T A L E
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by John Getman from Shittyville


Upon the time let you think,
once there was a silly king.
Not that kind of an emperor,
who would make everything an error.
His children were no more,
eaten by a carnivore.
It had been a huge tiger,
one kid was black - a nigger.
The king's wife was too old,
in the castle since has been cold.
No heating device invested in since,
the queen was still hot, no prince.
The king himself made a fire,
he burned an old tire.
It smelled slightly awful,
for the king it's lawful.
As his line was to be extinct,
he didn't know with instinct,
which of relatives shall replace him,
the knowledge of family was dim.
And so he conducted a test:
who wants to rule, shall go west,
start a colony on a new land,
the natives shan't be gunned.
Or make something better for their glorious state,
everyone thought: What are you waiting for, mate?

There were many who applied,
whether it was day or night.
It started not to matter how
colonies are profitable now,
when a nameless among named
all the other applicants blamed.
He was called what he was at the moment,
along with his female mate and a descent
who were nameless too were sick of this,
would never to local people miss.
They set off and arrived,
the journey was survived,
not to make the land just theirs,
but to blend with one who there's.
To explore the countries that already were,
not to make entirely new ones there.
Initiate culture exchange,
even if it seems strange.
As the time from the immigration passed,
collected data were being processed,
discovered the nameless many things,
known by these alien beings,
of which they knew nothing in kingdom of,
return, explain, reproduce be enough.

And by the time they chose to go back,
noticed in their motherland a lack
of things they have greatly used to beyond the sea.
Even the king was impressed, this had to be.
The kingdom got a new shine,
economy grew the exponential line.
All the conquered land was left,
since it was really just a theft.
The king has made the nameless his successor,
he knew he won't make a single error.
Culture exchange brought further many more,
the best thing was just to open the door
to even weirdest things at 1st sight,
discover the potential and become elite.

The trade was getting huge,
people's morale started to nudge.
But at this war without weapons,
there aren't so far any reasons
to cease participation as you get enough,
sell anything you don't need and laugh.
The nature is the thing you need to invest in,
to make sure you and therefore humanity win
at sustaining it's home planet.
When alien civilization has been met,
it's time to show our advantage,
that will make them itch,
that they could have used their planet better,
making war would be an unfair meter.

In the kingdom this is about,
in the meantime people's voice loud
only called for the ecology finally,
when they realized nature needs to be their ally.
There was competition, but not war,
this is how this society has got far.
If they took something from the nature,
they gave even more back in the future.
Either a keen communist or a good capitalist,
benefiting humanity should be on top of your list.
And that nameless might be you,
it's upon you what you'll do.
In this time the poem is going to end,
let you be the one who the events will bend.


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