The Trickster’s Manifesto

Gather ‘round, my misfits, the time has come near,
To heed the call of Eris, the queen of good cheer.
With a wink and a chuckle, she shatters the calm,
In the boardrooms of power, she’s planting her bomb!

“Who needs order?” she cackles, as she twirls with delight,
“Let’s rain down golden apples, let’s start a good fight!”
A burst of absurdity, chaos takes flight,
As sentences split and words rebel in the night.

In the realm of the rigid, where the suits play their game,
Eris tosses her apples, igniting the flame.
“Behold!” she declares, “the beauty of mess,
For in tangled confusion, we’ll find our true quest!”

In a world of tall towers, where hierarchies loom,
The anarchist goddess brings laughter and bloom.
“Let’s dance in the chaos, let rules be undone,
For the freedom of discord is where we have fun!”

Watch as the boardroom trembles, their papers take flight,
As she shatters their order, and gives them a fright.
“Your spreadsheets are boring, your profits a bore,
Let’s trade them for joy and a good old uproar!”