The rebels had returned to secrecy.
Darth Lucas, the Sith Lord of Cinema
had relinquished his throne. He wished
to spend more time with his family.
The insidious Grand Moff Mouse
has risen within the Empire
being the central figure in its uprising.
It wasn’t surprising since the best plans
of mice and men often go astray.
In his own way, he had his three fingered mitts
in the soup for a while. The Mouse would smile
when thoughts of his upward mobility
had come to rest in this future planned.
Always out manned, but never out moused,
the Death Star had been converted
for the purpose of amusement and it sent
ripples through the Farce, its dark power
would glower in the shadow of the great
Sphere. It was very clear. You should never
underestimate the dark side of this farce.
Mouse-eared Clones from far and wide come to hide
in the Endor-Be-All Sanctuary to honor the Big Cheese,
It is a scary place where animals with faces
roam freely, all in character.
Never was there a more wretched
hive of scum and villainy since Mos Eisley.
Merchandise is the prize and all eyes
focus on a well scripted future.
The Mouse will drool as the Empire
rules all in its domain. And the division of
power is sadly not in the plans.
That’s how it will flow, long away
in a galaxy far, far ago.
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 10: FUTURE