Fallen Idol

there is a crooked man
who mumbles as he plods
he contemplates the future
with all the angry gods

he casts his eyes around him
looking for the light
is it clearer from the left
or brighter from the right?

he passes through the day
judging all in sight
everything looks murky
like the middle of the night

the crooked man is learning
a solitary truth
that the future has no meaning
with our leaders so uncouth

the crroked man is yearning
for a fundemental rule
a thing he can believe in
and to be a happy fool

he knows down deep its useless
the sky contains no pie
just a sharp stick falling
to stab him in the eye

still he mopes along
and stumbles as he goes
looking for a hero
whom greed will ne'er depose

2010