Terrible Poetry

<Sanzh> battery, regicide, nomadic, cephalopod, chartreuse, beige

The gavel rings. My judgement: Assault and battery.
It is not so surprising, considering regicide.
I will be placed, forthwith, on the Jail Nomadic
which sails the void on a cosmic cephalapod
two-toned against the black of space: chartreuse
and the ever bland and neverending beige.

Beige is the color of my cell, a dispiriting beige
that could drive a man to boredom, to battery
all over again, just to see another color: chartreuse,
maybe, the color of the officers’ dens, regicide
never having entered into their minds. The cephalopod
wanders through the cosmos, a journey nomadic…

No one knows why it exists, or where its nomadic
wanderings will go. The cells are built from beige:
its flesh. We are but tunnels within the cephalopod.
We raise livestock in its body: a whole battery
of squidlings, for example, to whom we commit regicide
by murdering the males for meat, their blood chartreuse.

The officers’ dens, likewise, are colored chartreuse.
A sign they live closer to the brain nomadic
of this Jail, for dissidents like I, treason and regicide
together locked in the cells down below, in light beige.
...Lights! There are lights here! Somewhere, a battery
is charged by the electrochemicals in this cephalopod.

Somewhere, there is electricity on the cephalopod.
Some way by which the matter of its brain chartreuse
is able to charge the Jail’s great power battery
and is able to produce the thoughts nomadic
that by which I may escape the unending beige
And return to my assassination; my regicide.

Then, when they lie dead, when completed lies regicide
I will return to this accursed cephalopod
and free my brethren from this hell of beige.
The officers shall bleed red onto their halls chartreuse
And the squid shall once more be free, a nomadic
soul returning to the void. So: I shall need the battery.

I am due to visit the battery, in fact, to die electrically for my regicide.
Deep within this nomadic jail, in the flesh of this cephalopod
I will enter the halls chartreuse. As a freer I will return to the beige.