The balloon hangs blazing in the sky
its modern sorcery attracts the eye
like a billboard in a dream
singing praise for the new regime
Regalia like Charlemagne
restored in glory
away from pain
Now arrive the guests
the aristocracy, the Pope
in Notre Dame, bereft of rest
they put their hope
Her stones are weary from changes
as the decorator rearranges
and her windows look down
on a sea of silk
and crowds with skin like milk.
Under crown and heavy gown
Napoleon anoints his queen.
Yes Josephine, she’s clean
to her consort’s consternation
But tonight, tonight promises a
luscious consolation of consummation.
His empress resplendent
on the massive bed
her thighs wide open for his head
Napoleon’s favorite game
to force his tongue within her flame
No doubt there is a fire to put out
and once that’s done
his regal scepter will have it’s fun.
Oh, to be the Emperor
So much better than a king!