Unpronoia

He’s dressed like a butler

And he’s wandering through divinely elegant halls

A white glove encapsulates the hand

A loaded pistol clatters on a silver platter

Ready to serve

The man is too servile

It is his mansion

He is wandering round in circles

This is nonsense

Tension mounts in a scene to nothing

No one will infringe on his private property

Ridiculous nonsense