I fear for your soul, as you lurch

and stumble, in the manner of

Frankenstein’s Monster, stitched together

with bloated handcrafted hate

and led by money through the nose,

led by old school isolationism,

led by ignorance

and greed, the I want led by the I have…

I fear for your soul.

 

I fear for your heart, the once at least

caring side displayed by a Camelot King,

a chair-bound, three times anointed knight

and the fun loving Sax man,

all had their breakages, their misfortunes