The fool has made our theater a circus
A motley display to revolt and besmirch us
In order to make sure his name’s not forgotten
No matter how sickly it gets or how rotten
The actors were ready with lines they’d prepared
Now donkeys and elephants, panicked and scared
Run loose on the stage with no rhyme and no reason
The fool just laughs on, the director cries “Treason!”
The crowd has grown tired and the crowd has grown sick
They miss when the would just stick to his shtick
Now the jokes have gone stale and the fool’s not so fun
He can laugh to the bank but with no crowd he’s done
A Life in Poems 