Mr. important

When Mr. important lollies his wand,
All near static traffic, stands.
proud in white, not sheet or hymn,
Feels like life, just jilted him.
gray at worst, successful failure,
never doffed his cap, to jailer
Strayed away from washings,, public,
Regretted, that his wife; was ugly.

Gratefully, he thanks the higher,
Without you, i'de have been a liar.
a life with less, than was promised,
how can virtue ee'r be honest.

When day is over, and morning creeps,
Who guides our children, through threatened streets.
It isn't us, or those we trust,
yet the whiteman, lolly, we must.