There once
was a man everyone called Jack
All he could
spew during times of crisis was yickety yack
He pretended
to be a man of virtue
While he
didn't really have a clue.
He educated
himself to appear to be a better man
His new
colleagues cheered him on and said “Yes you can”.
He walked
amongst pedestrians with his head held up high
Yet he was
clueless to his dearest friend's woeful cries.
“I am a
person of honour and integrity” he decreed
Apparently he
loved his wife but longed to be freed
When
convenient he was drawn to the beautiful elusive flame
But was
unable to conquer, control and ultimately tame.
Face the
truth, I am everywhere she said
For you my
sweet, I'm glad we never wed.
Live your
life with shallow honour and dread
Sleep with
the bitter corpse in your diseased bed.
The man
called Jack only protected himself during an attack
He continued
to pretend, fool and say yickety yack.
She said,
live your life in shades of black
Walk through
a polluted cloud of dreams with the character you lack.
I release you
to the powerful sky, and wait patiently
for justice and payback.
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