The Mouse of Anarchy

If power is everything and all you want,
We can find you a courtier's position
Consulting the nefarious Man Mouse
Of imperial Florida's Magic Kingdom;
However, you must know your place; look humble,
Pasty, pale, as if chilled by the ghost

Of Walt himself (flash-frozen upon giving up the ghost,
For he who lived one life grand was sure to want
Another; more, at least, than was allotted his humble
Beginnings: immortality, befitting his position
As Divine Majesty of cartoon Kingdom).
Beware the megalomaniac, Man Mouse

Who can and will, with the click of a mouse,
Erase you, file by file, until you're naught but a ghost
in the machine. To live safely in the Kingdom
And avoid harassment, you'll want
To situate yourself in the bland position
Of cloying, though ineffectually humble,

Servant. True, the unctuous conniving of the humble
Is transparent to anyone but the mocking mouse
running the show, but regarding your position,
Who else matters? Surely not that fowl ghost
Who ducks 'tween tourists, quacking, "Anyone want
Sex for over-priced tickets to the Kingdom?"

It is said that he who enters this Mickey Mouse Kingdom
Through sex, scalping or subterfuge must humble
Himself before the Mercenary Mouseketeers who want
Lifetime passes to the whole of Mini-Mouse --
Surely no ordinary mouse hole -- but who stands a ghost
Of a chance to "get any" so long as the position

Of the MASTER MOUSE remains secure? To position
Yourself as a brash usurper of the Kingdom
Is not only foolish but dangerous, since every ghost
In the Haunted Castle, looking for a humble
Sinecure on Main Street, will rat you to the mouse,
Who'll deny you that Duchy you want

In Frontier Land (cake position!), where Injuns live free and die of want.
But then: even Bambi's ghost might be hard-pressed to humble
Itself before the Kingdom of that vain, soprano mouse.