Sunday, February 20, 2011
Hard Times for the Empire
no more death stars,
the emperor dances his last waltz
waiting in the bread line.
I hocked my light saber long ago;
all that’s left
is this unemployed fiddle.
But, oh, can I play,
I can make you dance,
I can make you sing
a Skywalker Serenade,
a Princess Leia torch song,
an R2D2 squeaky pantomime.
Chewbacca croons wookie tunes;
Stormtroopers will work for food.
Shall I play for you my favorite,
Han Solo, can you spare a dime?
Times are hard when all that’s left is to play a song in the rain.
This poem is submitted for the One Shot Sunday photo prompt at One Stop Poetry. To see more poems, please visit the site. And may the force be with you.
Photograph: Darth Vader by JackAZ Photography. Used with permission for One Stop Poetry.