He knows what is what
And he knows who is who
And, if you’re not careful,
He’ll do who to you!
‘Cos by putting you down
He can build himself up
So he’ll offer a refill
From his poisoned cup.
He walks down the hallway
All strutty and cool.
It’s clear to all passing
He’s nobody’s fool.
Opinions don’t matter
When he is around –
Each word that he utters
Is clearly profound.
But past castle parapet
And his thick walls,
Behind the array
Of his huge cannon balls,
Enter the Throne room
And you’ll find the King –
He’s just a lost boy
And not wearing a thing!
Stephen Tomkins
5 October 2016
Perth